Doctor

15 October 2012

My doctor’s age is less than mine

By thirty years and more.

I do recall when he grew up

He thought I was a bore.

Indeed I have experienced

What every man has sought,

Yet it is he who at my grave

Will say: “He never talked!”

Forgiveness

14 October 2012

There is a gross disparity

Between my present life and how

I lived before.

My school years echo with injunctions:

“You must do well! You must be trained

To fight to live!”

13 October 2012

13 October 2012

He died and did not know he did.

He walked more slowly, stumbling, swearing.

The right side of his body shrunk

He used his left to reach the ground;

But in the mirror, pink and tanned,

I saw the face that would not die.

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?

Forty... forty-five,,,

10 March 2012

Of all the faculties and skills

And talents that I once possessed…

I can still dream;

And in my dreams I am not old.

I may be forty, forty-five,

All systems go.

I have retained the impetus

Of youth, the desperate drive to kiss

And force and yield.

But waking I can only ponder

About the women that I know

And cannot bed.

Answering Machine

30 March 2012

I have an answering machine that can

Respond to any phone call when I’m out;

I am connected to the internet

To browse the news whatever it’s about.

And on the hour every radio speaks

About who did, or didn’t, or may still

Act foolishly or wisely: watch the till

Or take the lot and run. 

Worthwhile

5^th August 2012

So, has it been worthwhile?

It took two marriages and one drawn-out affair

To find, to choose, to pick

The right, the only one that suits my bed and board.