If I had known
then what I know
now, I would
have done some things
differently,
would have done
different
things. But then I
wouldn’t have known
the same things now
as I knew just
a moment ago.
Tag: literature
One man in his time
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.
Better late
I reached my
seventies, it
seemed, in a rush.
Suddenly I was
wandering in
a forest of years:
71, 77, 73, 78,
74, and look,
over there, at
the edge of the
forest, is 79.
And I think,
“I won’t be in
this forest very
long, for I am
running through
it. I should make
up my mind soon
what I am going
to do with my
life.”
Ask not
Clive James and
Jonathan
Miller are
dead? What is
that bell I
hear tolling?
Believe it or not
Convince someone
to believe in an
imaginary
creature who
lives in the sky
and takes an
interest in
the outcome of
football games
and the purchase
of lottery tickets
and the number
of survivors in
airplane crashes,
and you can get
them to believe
in anything.
Lost
Tina Turner
is eighty?
Wait a minute,
I’ve lost sixty
years somewhere.
Has anyone
seen them?
Balance
For media
everywhere,
the Left make
claims,
the Right state
facts.
Turn back time
Wouldn’t it be
good if we could
go back in time
at will, to any
part of our lives,
in turn, and fiddle,
adjust, undo,
redo, make
better, make
amends, set
right, streamline,
straighten course,
enjoy, savour,
say goodbye,
say hullo,
say thank you,
all with the
benefit of
hindsight.
Or would it?
My way or the highway
All of us,
really,
have one track
minds.
Some of us,
though,
are happy to
explore
side tracks,
exit signs,
underpasses,
overpasses,
lay-bys,
and alternate
scenic routes.
And some of
us aren’t.
Last requests
There comes
a day for
everyone
when they
eat their
final meal
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