Golden lads and girls all must,
As chimney-sweepers, come to dust.
Tag: cancer
Your time starts now…
Life is an exam paper with a series of questions. For some people the questions get easier towards the end, for others harder. You have to mark your own paper, there is no examiner. Pass mark is 50%, and no-one has ever scored 100%. Good luck.
Consequently
For the anxiety sufferer, a timetable or schedule, the stuff of everyday life in the workplace, therefore become the stuff of nightmares.
Usually both
Anxiety means that every action you need to take during the day is either a concern or a challenge.
Pass mark
I used to enjoy watching the Passing Parade. Now I dread watching the Passing Out and the Passing On.
Butterfly dreaming
Is this symptom I have an illness masquerading as an anxiety attack, or an anxiety attack masquerading as an illness?
In a yellow wood
Look, guys, after some 1400 of the buggers I’m all haiku’d out. Anyway, whatever tiny audience there was for anonymous haiku has evaporated faster than the morning fog is dissipating outside my window. Few readers, few followers, and close to zero comments.
So, have to find some new form of expression to amuse myself, my cancer, my anxiety shroud, and the occasional visitor from the outside world who stumbles across this anonymous and self-effacing blog. Watch this space.
Well, you know, if you can be bothered.
And the one after that
What doesn’t kill me
simply makes way for the next
thing which will kill me
Advance warning
Humming railway tracks
warn danger coming. Life needs
similar system
Tolling bell
My generation,
dropping like flies to range of
nasty diseases
