Players and Masks
All the world’s a stage, said the Stratford Bard And we, my friends, are merely the players Dramatis personae, life’s foot soldiers We write and are written, gi...
Category: Poetry
Aubade – Mourning
Cold and alone The nights without you are long Dawn, like my heart, breaks.
Solitary walking (in the lock-down days)
I venture out for my permitted walk. A tentative glance to the left and right. Dog walker to the right, all clear to the left. Decision of direction made, I set...
The days are long and lend themselves to pleasure
The days are long and lend themselves to pleasure, The nights are times to rest and take my ease. The years go by and I enjoy my leisure, A solitary life spent ...
Dwelling in the past brings solace and rest
Dwelling in the past brings solace and rest, The days of youth and deeds of derring do, Source of consolations for the final test. Memories of old friends, time...