from Facing North
God knows why of all rooms I’d have to choose
the dark one facing North for me to write,
Liking as I do air, light and views,
though there’s air in the North Wind that rocks the
light I have to keep on, all year round, all day;
nor why, despite a climate I profess to hate,
and years spent overseas, I stay,
and, when I start to pack, procrastinate.
This is my first day of the rest of my life.
I thought I may as well have it before it’s too late. I can remember fifteen years ago and being in the preliminary stages of realisation concerning the years I had been collecting. My footballing skills had most definitely waned and I started to see more and more grey hairs appearing on my sideburns. I had lost a bit of umph and had started…
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