Lost a day, retirement’s so crudely
engaging such things do happen
occasionally; not that the event is
alarming unless you’re meant to
travel wherever as of yesterday, or
better still, tomorrow, and you’re
up already dressed and eagerly off
in a welter of sweat to the airport
When it dawns you see the irony of
being ready in every sense though
shy on timings; a defence, does it
really matter, springs to mind – the
shaking heads miss an Alzheimer’s
arrival being glory of any occasion
© 28 September 2012, I. D. Carswell
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