Perhaps the
time has come
to shed my
old image,
starting over
again and
surprising
all my friends,
but no, on
second thoughts,
I have grown
into my
clothes like a
second skin,
and am too
old to start
changing now.
Suits me
Tag: poetry
Stands to reason
As long as
counter-
intuitive
is a thing,
common
sense
isn’t a thing.
Best friends from 1945 to 2022
Sandy
Pupsy
Kimmy
Millie
Ziggy
Jessie
Buffy
Lena
Beau
Oscar
May Day, M’aidez
One April I
was being born
at the end of
the second War
to end all wars.
This May a great
friend is turning
eighty and my
grandson will be
twenty one in
this merry month.
Meanwhile a new
European war
has erupted.
What the hell has
happened to me?
And to the world?
Falling, falling
A positive
covid test
sets you on
a journey
jumping out
of a plane
wondering
whether your
parachute
will open
before you
hit the ground
Play misty
Sometimes,
early on
a misty morning,
the tangled threads
of our lives
seem to form
a pattern.
But the Sun
soon puts a
stop to that
wishful thinking.
Morning has broken
Few things more pleasant,
in old age or young,
than sitting on a hill,
on a clear, almost frosty
morning, mist filling the
valleys, and listening
to a butcher bird
song notes
cascading through
the silent air,
while your dog sits,
quietly, beside you.
Everyone except
YouTube has
revealed
what a huge
number of
very strange
people there
are in the
universe
Decline and Fall
Seeing myself
in the mirror
before and then
after covid
is like seeing
the picture of
Dorian Gray
ageing in just
four days instead
of eighteen years
Soul empty
Humans have
indulged
themselves in
wishful thoughts
about death
for fifty
thousand years.
Way past time
we stopped.
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