The Years Creep Up
When I was walking the Slieve Blooms a decade back, I was a lot fitter than now – though far from fit!!! – and the hair was black with grey. Time passes, and its now white with black!!!
Staring Down Forty
“Forty years from now, there wont be a word about us” ~ John Carty (dad) It is but three hours from now …
Portrait of the Poet as a Not So Young Man
In slow distaste I fold my towel with what grace I can, Not young, and not renewable, but man ~ Thomas Kinsella …
Aged Eyes
Aged eyes, that one were with passion lit Now are dark, as if no longer there Is life, much less passion, lost …