Monsters in
the cupboard?
Or monsters
under the
bed? No, the
monsters in
my body
set off the
night fears now.
Monsters in
the cupboard?
Or monsters
under the
bed? No, the
monsters in
my body
set off the
night fears now.
I was not
aware of
taking my
first breath and
I will not
be aware
of my last,
but all the
others were
precious.
The sign at the
Supermarket
checkout proudly
said “new winners
every day”,
which is a much
better deal than
we all get at
the Life checkout.
You don’t battle
cancer,
but you do
battle
side effects
and
after effects
that are
caused by
cancer
treatment.
Last school day,
last work day,
last drive,
last sex,
last walk,
last outdoors,
last room,
last meal,
last breath.
Good time
Bad time
Quick time
Slow time
First time
Last time
Past time
Present.
It would be good,
now and then,
to have a
visitor from
the future
drop in, say “Hi,
what year is this?”,
and, on being told,
reply “Oh, well, it
will all be ok
in the end, you
know.” But what
if he just frowned,
thoughtfully?
We all know
that Friday the
Thirteenth is
just another day,
really.
But it is good
to be reminded,
now and then,
that our lives
are subject to
chance, accident,
randomness, and
that around every
corner there may be
a banana skin.
However much
I complain about
the perils of
old age, and
I do, loudly,
it is better
than the
alternative,
much better.
We all, I think
make the mistake,
of confusing
actors with the
roles they play on
stage. But we are
all actors on
the stage of life.
Don’t confuse me
with roles I play.