No Title. They’re taking that from me too.

I came upon these challenging few words this morning via Deep Down at Godoggocafe and whilst trying to get my head around the concept of what Dad’s sins might actually taste like I borrowed a few words from it (and stole some likewise, unashamedly, from Shakespeare) and penned something which seems to be about my constant obsession with old age.

Silent exit

Forced retreat

From public life

Out on the street

No train to catch

No bag to pack

Baby, I ain’t

Welcome back

Fading light

A cold descent

A winter of my

Discontent

So light the fires

Chill the beers

Down in the basement

Of my fears

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