It passed me by without me noticing it, but I’ve now broken through 1600 blog postings. I always like to mention it when I pass a landmark number, but it doesn’t really mean anything to anybody else so I might stop doing it now. (Unless I get to 2000, in which case I intend to throw a big party)
Anyway, I’m enjoying my week of daily poetry, so here’s today’s offering:
The sand in the timer continues to fall
Sucking my life through it’s glassy guts
Like a mosquito
Sucking blood from a child
Do my days on this world have meaning?
Have I filled my time with expression and achievement?
Or am I simply a seat filler?
As much a waste of space as a columnist for the Daily Mail?
It is a sobering thought
That I may be halfway through the span of my life
Like a half-drunk Capri-Sun
Or a half-eaten croissant
Thirty years lay discarded like trimmed hairs
Thirty more await my attention
How, then, to make Part 2 a suitable sequel; an improvement?
How ???????????????????????????????????????????
RC 25-5-16
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