“There’s always death to look forward to
And there are no pockets in a shroud”

He is now doddering on through his 80s
And still has vital things to teach me

If I am fortunate enough to catch him here
While he breezes by in his egocentric fog

Words like pride, honour, respect and love
Are never ones he felt himself worthy of


About Ben Naga

Pilgrim on the lam. Please feel free to explore the links to learn more. I trust you will find some things there will have been worth the effort. See you there.

Posted on January 3, 2016, in Poetry and tagged , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.

  1. This is open and heartfelt. I hear respect and admiration in these words.

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