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on life
Met an old friendWho told me about an old friendYounger than either of usAnd not very wellNot very well at allSo I called my younger old friendSaid I’d seen our old friendWho’d told meYou’re feeling a bit under the weatherYes, he said, cheerfullyAll the world’s a stageAnd I’m on Stage 4Under the lightsUnder the doctorCurrent →
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on time
I realise that I have passedFrom talking of people I knowTo recalling those I knewI draw from a well of storiesDrawing up memories of memoriesFrom a war-time Hampshire farmOf the Canadians in SussexOf majestic sea linersFrom the Black CountryA cricketer who faced TysonFunnelling through generationsA woman who watched Blériot landMy mother’s tales, a song sungAdding →
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on the driveway
neatly aligned carstwo garages full of junklives of consumption~ n.b. Time is limited for us all, a sudden excision from the daily whirl always a possibility, so what is it with garages full of the stale fruits harvested from sixty years, or so, of shopping? I put my hands up for an excess of books →
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on time
I was chatting to an old man todayHe said he remembers workingAround Covent Garden and Neal’s YardIt must have been forty years agoQuite a while, I agreedAs I walked on my wayI realised, I was there then tooGoodness he looked quite oldI haven’t checked in with my mirror yet~ CLP 04/10/2024 →
Journey of Words 