The pubs are long closed The coffee’s been drunk And our friends have all gone home. In the quiet of my room After an evening’s false jollity I take off the Brave Face with cleansing cream And am once again alone. Maybe if I ignore it Ostrich-fashion The future Will simply Go away. Written when … Continue reading A poem about the future, written in the past, and relevant again in the present
There'll come a time when it must end be it parting destinies, death or quarrels over the toothpaste. And tears will fall and hearts will break, With a thousand 'if onlys' pointing accusing fingers. Time then enough to feel the loss, to mourn what was and what perhaps should not have been. So now lie … Continue reading Better to have loved and lost…
In the unlimited freedom which we call imagination, My mind and heart soar high, cast off reality And wing their way to a place of which I can only fantasise To be with you, seeking to rejoin The part of me you took with you When you went away.
To buy or not to buy? That is the question. Whether ‘twere better to buy meat and suffer The consequences of diminishing fortune Or to float lentils in a sea of vegetables And by pressurising, stew them?