The man with the scythe stood at the end of my bed
Said welcome home son cos soon you'll be dead
I looked at that horrible ghoul all dressed in rags
Said **** off old man and put that scythe into a bag
You see the docs had looked and caught it in time
Aneurism in my aorta that was ready to pop
Ready to fill my insides with much blood and slop
It was only by chance that that spotted the bulge
An aneurism so large that it had started to bulge
So for 9 long hours I was laid out quite cold
While the surgeon did his work so I could grow old
So a message to my older friends out there go and get
and ultra sound check up because that's the only way an
aneurysm can be found. There are no symptoms or other signs
that will show that you have an aortic aneurysm. Mine was at the
point of rupturing and if it had I would have been dead in 3 minutes
Feb 24
Feb 24, 2026 at 6:46 AM UTC
Yes I'm North of 80 now
And definitely living on the edge of time
The first thing I do in the morning now
'Is to check my pulse to make sure I'm still alive
My Dr keeps telling me that I can't do
Things that I could do when I was 50
But I sure as hell I wont give up the life I love
Wild camping, fishing and walking the forest trails
But I know it will end as for all men it must
When they turn my body into dust
There's only one place I want to go
That's into the furnaces fiery glow
Then I can do one last good deed
And give a rose bush a potash feed
Yep I sure am living on the edge of time
Feb 23
Feb 23, 2026 at 11:15 AM UTC
You know for 80 long years have I trod this green and pleasant land
Seen many different countries and cultures
Experienced the deserts searing heat
And felt the cruel bite of the arctic wind
I'm, not a person who scares easily
For age and experience allows me to reach a logical conclusion
For most of what happens in life
But one thing does scare me, something I have no explanation for
It comes in dead of night and I believe has no earthly form
Gollum like it slithers under worktops and into locked cupboards
And then into my washing machine
And steals my ****** socks
Feb 8
Feb 8, 2026 at 6:21 AM UTC
Do you believe in fairies or the world of make believe
Of dragons who spout gold dust instead of fire when they sneeze
Of little men in soft green hats a with long white beard and such
Well you should believe in all those things because by magic you are touched
That tinkling noise in dead of night that has no earthly cause
That is the magic in the air and that magic is all yours
Believe in witches, black cats and cauldrons on fires bright
Believe in knights of olden days in armour gleaming white
Believe in moon dust in the night making diamonds in the sky
Well that's the magic in the air surrounding you and I.
Jan 15
Jan 15, 2026 at 9:11 AM UTC
Old bent and broken like some worn out shoe
WHY
I served my country and paid all my dues
Now all I have left is this old threadbare suit
For the next few hours I'll just wander the streets
Maybe find an empty doorway and grab a few hours sleep
Food! At my age a littles enough
A few left over chips or a hard stale crust
I think of my comrades who gave up their lives
Now I wish I'd died with them beside them to lie
It's not my fault that I've grown tired and old
But who's going to mourn as my body grows cold
WHY
Jan 7
Jan 7, 2026 at 9:27 AM UTC
Travelling down that dusty road in the darkness up above I see the moon on her journey through the night
I wish I could leave my earthbound life and on her take a ride
For she is travelling Westward and would take me to your side
To ride the road of the milky way to your side where I belong
No cd or radio playing just the sound of angels song
To be with you my love just us just me just you
Dec 28, 2025
Dec 28, 2025 at 10:34 AM UTC
I listen to the sounds of the breaking waves
Smell the salt tang in the air
I watch the graceful seagulls
ride the thermals way up there
No sound of human voice, no strident car alarm
I sit in natures solitude
Enraptured by her charm
The se reflects the sinking sun in hues of red and gold
I'll never tire of such sights as I grow grey and old
The first gleam of the evening star appears
In the ever growing dark
And the golden crescent of the moon begins her journey through the night
No words of mine can best describe natures perfect charm
This is peace, a perfect piece, tranquillity and calm
Dec 28, 2025
Dec 28, 2025 at 8:33 AM UTC
As a young man I was into all kinds of things
Mountain climbing, skiing, cliff diving
But my greatest love was sky diving
And so on this beautiful sunlit day
We started jumping from ever increasing heights
So eventually we reached 20,000 feet
I left the door and went into a controlled fall
Cool air rushing past my face
At 15,000 I went to pull the cord
And realised that I'd left my parachute behind
So now you know why Sky diving part two
Was never written
Dec 28, 2025
Dec 28, 2025 at 4:47 AM UTC
I can't write the words that some of you can do
I can only write the words that in my mind come into view
Words about a forest glade or the gently rolling sea
These are words I know and sometimes get to use
Words about a broken heart or everlasting love
Are not the words for me nor the scars on blood stained arms
For they are painful words to see
Words of hate and words of love are inked across the page
But for me it's words of nature, of birds in sunlit glades
I am just a simple man with simple points of view
And so my words are simple but I give my words to you
Dec 27, 2025
Dec 27, 2025 at 11:54 AM UTC
I saw her in the dark rain filled night
Cold wet and shivering
I put my coat round her and lead her to the car
Once home I rubbed her dry with a soft warm towel
And put her in my bed
All night she clung to the warmth of my body
I awoke with the coming of the dawn and realised
That I had fallen in love
With a puppy
Dec 27, 2025
Dec 27, 2025 at 9:55 AM UTC