Its morbid I know but

Queen Victoria had fourteen years to go

When she was my age, while

Darwin had fifteen. For his part

Napoleon had been gone sixteen years,

Marilyn six. Ghandi on the other hand

Had twenty-one years left and

Julius Caesar was just bowing out.

Me, I dont hope for longevity, as,

When my father was my age,

He'd been dead ten years,

Quite suddenly he went, before my very eyes

◄ Fourteen Cats

Tattoo 1942 ►


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Fri 1st May 2020 18:11

Write on while you can Simon

..."Et tu, Brute?"

It comes to us all... In it's own good time.

I just pray it's not yet mine.

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Don Matthews

Fri 1st May 2020 15:29

Much of my rhyme is quite useless
What else can I do I do pray?
Can't coffee in cafes and chat with my mates
This helps pass my humdrummy day



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M.C. Newberry

Fri 1st May 2020 14:26

Droll; reminding me of that saying about living every day as if it were
your last. Easier said than done in this humdrum world but the idea
is a good one...e.g. trying to get something worthwhile out of each
passing day. Writing poetry that gets read and hopefully enjoyed by
others is one such way of achieving that aim. Keep at it!.

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