Head sounds like a drum when it’s scratched
Left ear still sore after a blow 25 years ago
A throat that lost its whisper song and shout
A lonely whisker creeps to just below the eye
The neck that shook the bridge for days is weak
The old chest looks full but the heart is hollow
Old comrades say that vitamins will put it right
(A pity the right side doesn’t quite match the left)
Broken leg the pelvis spine back my knees and feet
Sore from a million steps in the wrong direction
A cough that alerts the dog who begins to bark
The doctors say there will be no more fighting
I climb the stairs slowly to my small apartment
Grateful that my eyes can still see you waving
While you hang the wind in your white clothes.
Extraordinarily beautiful poem, Rob.
ReplyDeleteYes it is, ah, those 'million steps' and a wow of a finish.
ReplyDeleteIndeed. Very moving. Exquisite last line.
ReplyDeletewow, ditto, especially, the last 6 lines which are full of the most inspiring pathos - he's still got it in him, the old warrior poet, you ;
ReplyDeleteDear Susan, James, Lizz and Efi, Thank you for listening.
ReplyDeleteThis is very beautiful, Rob
ReplyDeleteThank you very much, Chrys.
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