In the end,
I know that
I never truly loved you.

All I wanted
was myself

Not a hair out of place
nor any lines on your face
time
has yet to write your story

It's all about being ready
getting set to go,

I don't know
what all the rush is for,
we've all been here before
we all know the drill.

Born
crawl
stand and walk
open mouths and talk,

age.

the stage has been  the things
we have seen and done
and then the sun sets,

we'll be back to rush again
forgetting all the pain
ready to push through again
we all know the drill.

They'll put it down to you
forgetting who you are.

I don't forget
I remember.

August 3rd
1989
too much wine
so many songs
****** in the air
righting all life's wrongs
but we were young men
young then
anything
was possible.

We never thought
we'd get this old,
old as in
stories being told
about us,
but we did and we're here
listening
with one ear
the other
on the clock
tick
tock
rock of ages
because we all pray
in the end.

I can do Monday
done it before
will do it again.

It's always after the weekend that the fun ends
and the work begins,

although if one is unemployed perhaps it's always the weekend,
this point is weakened by the lack of finance available
.
I should thank those lucky stars for giving me some work to do.

..and now I'm wondering if all stars are lucky or just the ones that I wish on and if so how do stars know?

****
I should have another coffee.

Should I dig the garden
or
dig for treasure?

there used to be gold in the old days
but it was sold off to China along with the silver,
Long John was none too pleased about that.

So
the garden it shall be
just me and a *****
and a fork
and a rake
and a strimmer
I'm already thinner just thinking about it.

She tells me to grow up
ha
hardly likely when I'm nearly seventy
but who knows
it could happen.