I was sleeping on a park-bench When I saw a man approach me He was weary – I felt tired He had grey hair – I a beard What say you; said the man – Now awakened – we were smiling Suddenly he seemed to be Clean-shaven (just like me) Dumbfounded, I said nothing Quizzical, … Continue reading My avenue of good
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.
Like a building block in life’s creation I gesture for the train It keeps on going – faster even as it draws ever closer – then... Whoosh! It’s gone – I stand in solace what now but wait for time to pass It seems like an eternity I sit and think and sit... and sit … Continue reading eternal now
sensualism 