On life
something of a shock
sudden realisation
doctors look so young
08 Monday Mar 2021
11 Sunday Aug 2019
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17 Sunday Mar 2019
16 Friday Feb 2018
19 Monday Jun 2017
20 Saturday May 2017
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age, dotage, life, passion, poem, poetry, relationships, romance, Shakespear, youth
( an observation of my contemporaries, now I hate catching myself whistling)
Once the essence of romance,
now reduced to shadowing his wife
around charity shops and supermarkets,
his drawn cheeks constantly puckered with
that revolting suck, blow, tuneless
whistling that declares a man has entered his dotage,
devoid of the hope of passion
and surrendered to banality.
‘How does he love me?
With adoration, with fertile tears,
With groans that thunder love,
with sighs of fire.’
‘Yea.’
20 Thursday Oct 2016
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grandchild’s opinion
‘Sorry Grampiboy, (that’s me)
You’re so last season ‘
14 Thursday Nov 2013