9 10 2011

At my age, there is no future,

And the present doesn’t last,

So, since I no longer incise and suture,

I am living in the past.

So, about reminiscences I shall write, in the main,

And I shall do so in verse, to keep me sane.

Some may be poetry, and some may be verse,

And some may be doggerel, and some even worse.

And so, dear reader, whoever you may be,

I beg of you to bear with me,

While, to record what happened over the years I intend,

Because, my life is almost at an end.




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