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Faces blur
time is not fair
the clock is not on
our side.

As memory increases
our skill at recalling
is in our ability to negotiate
through the passages where
time never ceases.

I barely remember
but
sometimes I do,
sometimes they manage
to get through and a light
is thrown on those things I
have known

faces still blur
but I know I am there
amongst them.
However unlikely
it seems like She likes me
and
I know that I like her a lot.

Lots is difficult to define
see
if you have lots, then lots doesn't seem like lots
but if you haven't got lots, then lots is lots

and
how much of a lot do I like her?

I wish I hadn't started this.
When the axe chews into me
and I fall into obscurity
a
home for bugs to burrow into,
would you remember me
the once tall, majestic
tree
or will you forget?
Well?
hung
like poetry swinging on
a Samsung.

Pictures not included.
And it's done with for another day
the way it usually is
without a backward glance.

I'll be back
because I usually am
because that's what a working man
does,
he returns to the scene
time after time
and overtime
is never paid.
Yes, I, too, used to have a Friday Face
and it was always in a happy place
on my face as you would expect.

but it fell
as I fell from grace
no longer a Friday Face
just a face
in the crowd
not even allowed to smile.

To grin?
no
already been
seen too much grinning
sinning
winning
*** all,

the fall
the fell
tensing as well,

I'm getting a Pug
a plug ugly Pug
if only to make me look
more attractive.
I hold my breath and count to ten, and sometimes, when I'm really bored, I hold my breath and do it again.
Wow
what a night,
less sleep than a sleeping policeman
tossing and turning may be good for burning off the fat and the good Lord knows I got some of that but for resting?
last night was testing me.

dripping?
hardly got any kip in and someone's flamin' car alarm went off and on and one night I might get a decent sleep.

and now
because now always comes before then
I will take up my pen and poke my eyes out

haha not really
but surely
I have earned the right to sleep at night,

She sleeps on
unaware that the once youthful John
is getting older.

I'll keep that secret to myself.
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