Thursday, October 18, 2012

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.