Old age is
like walking through
a Grimm forest
in a dark night;
branches whip
the face; unseen
carnivores roar;
pits give way
underfoot; trees
fall with a crack;
and somewhere
ahead on the path,
waiting in the gloom,
is the slough of despond
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Missing in action
Every night
and every
minute of
every day
On the dotted line
If there was
a religion which
guaranteed
an afterlife of
reunion with
all your old pets
I would sign up
in a wag of
a dog’s tail
Lost is lost
Unheard footsteps
echoing in halls;
unglimpsed eyes
peeping round doors;
unseen tails
wagging with joy;
unspoken barks
welcoming home.
Goodbye my dear old friend
Choice
Some reptiles
became birds,
some reptiles
became mammals.
Both think
they got
the best deal.
City mouse, country mouse
It seems to me
that living in a city
must damage the
human spirit
from the outside,
as much as cancer
damages the
human body
from the inside
No room in the neurones
He who is
tired of learning
has been doing
it for seventy
three years and
needs to rest
It’s now or never
Get your family
history from grandma now
before you miss out
Rule of thumb
If someone wants to
be president, they are the last
person who should be
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