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.

Home, Sweet Home

16 October 2011

HOME, SWEET HOME

I prefer to think of myself as a young man, not that I want to be young again.  I have dragged myself some two hundred yards away from home to sit on a bench (part wet – it has been raining), and I am contemplating the next step – do I cross the road or don’t I?