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Courage

COURAGE

The courage
To still confront
Ageing, any mirror
With neither shame
Nor puling denial

The courage
Of (s)he always
The true warrior
The one ever
Disdaining weaponry

Shocks

SHOCKS

Some shocks thunderbolts
Hurled across the living room
“That’s it, I’m leaving”

Some are more subtle
Tiny changes day by day
Not even noticed

An old photograph
Depicts a startling stranger
We no longer are

Sweet Autumn

SWEET AUTUMN

Amid fruitfulness
Dissolution and decay
As the nights draw in

Mr Simon

MR SIMON

Slip-sliding away
Those lyrics we memorised
Winter of our days

Over The Hill (And Far Away)

OVER THE HILL (AND FAR AWAY)

Must get a new brain
As life reminds me each day
This one is worn out

Relativity II

RELATIVITY II

Hurtling down the track
Sat here in this racing train
I seem to be still

Mildewing

MILDEWING

A touch more each day
Passing moments but a dream
Too soon forgotten
Age advances – youth retreats
The green leaf wrinkles and dies

Shush

SHUSH

After a frantic youth
Found a well-trodden path
Discovered less is more
Where talking is concerned

Stumped

STUMPED

Old as I am
And olderness coming
Day by day
Vocabulary rotting
Wasting away

Detach, detach
Who needs the grief?
The foolishness
Of vain denial

So much of life
One brief foray
Mainly wasted on
Sogenannten
Employment

Sat here now
In mid creation
Tip of the tongue
But spittleless

There’s a good word for it
But what it is
Is another matter
Sit patiently
Hopefully

Martin

MARTIN

“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