I think I played
the cards I was dealt
as well as I could,
but at times
it was tempting
to go for misere
Tag: cancer
Mirror, mirror
When I am gone
no mirror will
ever reflect
my face again.
Snowed under
Old people
have one hundred
words for
not feeling well.
Fool me once
Ambition burned
white hot when
I was young, then
I lost it, discouraged,
then found it again,
then lost it,
then found it,
now, in old age,
thinking myself
safe, the old fraud
seems to have
appeared again.
Over crowded
In old age
anecdotes from
the past come
flooding into
my brain, elbowing
each other aside,
each one eager
for attention
Justice
Some of my
friends die young,
all of my
enemies live to
a well-rewarded,
ripe old age,
it seems.
Where the living is easy
Biographies
give me the
comforting
feeling that life
is arranged in
patterns, has
structure, can be
understood
rationally, and
will turn out
all right
in the end.
Balance
Can’t decide
if the pleasure
of finding that
someone older
than you is
still alive
outweighs the
finding that
someone younger
than you is
now dead.
Hidden
Fascism,
like cancer,
is never cured,
but only
goes into
remission
System error
Once I used
to get angry
when I made
a mistake.
Now I am merely
grateful when
I don’t
