I posted my second poem of the year last night (I dont count the 'Kitten'
poems which are aimed at children) and now realise that I never posted
my first poem of the year, my millenium poem. It is a bit substandard.
Old
Every day I drink myself
A little closer to death,
When I will sleep
Forever and dream of love.
Every night I lie down awake
Silent in my bed,
And my furry cat Marty
Dosses down at my feet.
At six in the morning
Lovely Marty departs,
And I have to force myself
To face another dawn.
Take it day by day,
My blood disease froths;
When my bone marrow burns out
I will say goodbye.
I have lived past the century
Into a new millennium,
But I carry too many wounds
To start afresh.
It is the end of an era
And I am an anachronism,
Thank God for a lively young cat
Who loves to play games.
Douglas Clark, Bath, England mailto: [log in to unmask]
Lynx: Poetry from Bath .......... http://www.bath.ac.uk/~exxdgdc/lynx.html
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