Flash

8 September 2012

Put briefly and succinctly –

I am not used to being old.

Then could this be the reason for

My writing verses to uncover

Prosaic truth?

I’ll die – agreed!

Before then, all my faculties,

My readiness to talk, to write,

To ponder if and when and how,

Will disappear.

I speculate

There’ll be that flash of truth

Albeit brief, illume my mind,

And I will see connections, consequences …

I’ll have that flash and then I’ll die

And cannot tell!