In old age we need an additional grammar tense – the Future Imperfect.
Life is a cage fight
where a series of
bash and batter you
your team patches you
up at the end of each
round so you can keep
going – forever
With your advancing age the decades flash by, faster and faster, like the clickety-clack of the wheels of a tumbril on the cobblestones, as the driver whips the horses into a gallop, anxious to reach Place du Trône-Renversé before night falls.
- Alternative title – “How can some of my old friends be entering their ninth decade, clickety-clack?
“An odd thought strikes me:—we shall receive no letters in the grave” (Samuel Johnson)
It strikes me that there will be books written, music performed, art created, films directed, science discovered – that I will never know about.
for old age. And then the parasites get you.
Just rolling along, just rolling along…
How odd to think that I won’t be around to see this Casuarina seedling grow into a tree as big as the parent behind it.
grow into a tree as big as its parent!
How odd to think that I won’t be around to see this Apple Box seedling …
I just can’t
my short term
or long term
that has gone.