Old Age Blues - by
I don’t know what I used to know.
/ I don’t say that it isn’t so,
/ I’ve just forgotten. That’s a blow.
/ When you…
I don’t know what I used to know.
/ I don’t say that it isn’t so,
/ I’ve just forgotten. That’s a blow.
/ When you…
I am forgetting quite a lot these days.
/ My task-list is gap-toothed; it should run on
/ Like sequenced lights in a…
Chairs move by themselves, and books.
/ Grandchildren visit, stand
/ new and nameless, their faces’ puzzles
/ missing pieces. She’s like a fish
/
/ in deep ocean,…
My mind’s gone all middling in the centre.
We sat together in silence.
/ The lost look in your eyes.
/ Once they were like eternal stars.
/
/ You were full of joy and…
The hospital smell
/ combs my nostrils
/ as they go bobbing along
/ green and yellow corridors.
/
/ What seems a corpse
/ is trundled into a lift and…
(from The Poet as Old Age Pensioner)
/
/ You’d think, at my age
/ all those things that are definable
/ would already be defined.
/ Yet random…
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