Memories frayed
around their edges.
Experiences, intangible,
like melted snow.
Tag: ageing
Belt – Written June 2025 (Aged 50)
There I am,
wrestling with the self,
watching memories
slide along the belt.
Deep Dive – June 2025 (Aged 50)
I am not a clockmaker,
and all my watches keep to a time
that I cannot read.
I watch as decades leave.
Mantra – Written Tuesday 10th June 2025 (Aged 50)
That was a phrase that we used when we were young.
But does getting better remain a mantra?
Because, after all, the days are not so young.
My Memories Are a Museum Now – Written Thursday 5th June 2025 (Aged 50)
My memories are a museum now.
I am looking at exhibits — artefacts of the past.
Sometimes there is an air of regret, sometimes joy.
My memories are a museum now.
The Chapters Upon My Back – Written Tuesday 27th May 2025 (Aged 50)
Life has told
a tale or two.
I feel now
much older than I ever have.
Creases and Folds – Written Monday 19th May 2025 (Aged 50)
Everything becomes old.
Time itself
has upon its being
creases and folds.
New Days, New Ways, New Words To Say – Written Monday 17th February 2025 (Aged 49)
“I move on, again. New team, new pitch. But how did it come to this?”
The Boy Behind The Glasses. Poetry and Writing 