Regret and hope mean
nought compared to now –
for now I’ll stay in
Epicurus’ Garden –
to quench – to slake
to cure as one grows old –
to tarry for a good life
here foretold.
for now
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With my head in the sky and my wings in the air, I try to spend my spare time at the footy (AFL in Australia) Go Pies! – and valuable hours with family and friends. Otherwise I’ll have pen in hand and notebook at the ready for those insightful snippets that dream up a poem. I contribute to Cosmofunnel where you’ll find a guided universe of poetry and art. View all posts by sensualism
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