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With respect, Mr Thomas
I am not raging at the dying of the light,
Bewildered might be a better word
at how quickly I find the years passing.
Apart from minor symptoms
(which I cannot recall just now)
I feel much as I did twenty years ago
looking askance at humanity,
intrigued by their infinite foibles,
their capacity to disturb my equilibrium.
Astrologers (and my wife!) say that Aquarians
have a splinter of ice in their hearts,
So I write poetry, study ancient battles
then walk circuits of Mullagh Lough,
avoiding unbearable “what-if’s” at all costs
until the bulb goes “plink” and fades to black.
April 2016