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.
Tag: emotional honesty
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.
This Journey – Written June 2025 (Aged 50)
This career has been harder than it should have ever been, or needed to.
This life has been harder than I thought it would ever be.
I married her once, and then it went away.
Swirls – Written Thursday 1st May 2025 (Aged 50)
I don’t want to be caught up in the swirls of opinion, lost in praise and its hollow sound.
Scuff Marks – Written Monday 28th April 2025 (Aged 50)
Scuff marks. No lasting damage, but the scuff will remain.
Head Full Of Junctions – Written Monday 31st March 2025 (Aged 50)
My head is full of junctions and busy scenes. I literally drown, and the more anxious ones become jagged dreams
Safe and Sound – Written Friday 21st February 2025 (Aged 49)
“There is no control. There is no control. And there is no way to find a personal safe and sound.”
Age Related – Written February 2025 (Aged 49)
“I learn that, like so many of us, we are irregular shapes — but somehow have to make our way forwards.”
Vulnerability Drinks Milk of Human Kindness – Written Monday 17th February 2025 (Aged 49)
“Vulnerability drinks the milk of human kindness, but vulnerability comes with degrees of blindness.”
Silly Me, Silly Me, Silly Me – Written Sunday 19th January 2025 (Aged 49)
Those clapping hands
never caught my fears.
The Boy Behind The Glasses. Poetry and Writing 