I was not
aware of
taking my
first breath and
I will not
be aware
of my last,
but all the
others were
precious.
Tag: family
Pointless
We all spend
our lives now
trying not
to become
data points
on a graph.
Lifting veils
The process
of ageing
is one of
lifting the
veils, one by
one, that hide
the number
of stupid
people
in the world,
until you
see clearly
the horror,
then you die.
Excavations
Fragments of
time just keep
emerging
from my brain
like finds from
archaeo-
logical
digs brought to
the surface
for study.
I turn them
over in
my mind’s eye
but they seem
to form no
pattern, no
clues to a
lost dark age.
Payment due
Writing a
memoir is
a life’s work.
It has to
be earned
by the lines
of your face,
the wrinkles
of your hands,
the night fears
of your sleep,
the weariness
of your brain,
the failing of
your body,
and finished
just in time.
Philatelic thoughts
Sometimes,
when I am
sorting my old
English
postage
stamps,
I wonder if
this one or
that one was
a stamp my
great great
grandfather
might have
used.
Vanishing perspective
Once upon a
time I used to
say “Oh, if only
I was twenty
years younger”.
Now, suddenly
it seems, I
have to say
”Oh, if only
I was fifty
years younger.”
Robotics
Religious
Robots is a
better name for
fundamentalists
of all
religions
Last orders please
Last school day,
last work day,
last drive,
last sex,
last walk,
last outdoors,
last room,
last meal,
last breath.
Dem bones, dem bones
Every
family
has closets
packed full of
skeletons,
but some rattle
more loudly
than others
