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!
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