Not one of life's ambushes.

It's been coming for years

- decades actually,

inexorable, slow train,

fronted by oval smoke box door.

Oval.

The growing light saying...... it's over,

saying “zero”.

This birthday has a zero.

Used to say nought

- nought for your comfort -

but now “zero”

which I will not rhyme with hero because

I am not one.

Nor a zero.

Not that either.

Rabbit in the headlight?

Nah.

Can't fight the train

But can run, can dodge.

Life in the old bugger yet.

 

 

My birthday with a zero isn't until much later in the year but seeing '2012' made it feel that bit closer.