I think I'll work on my abs today
Maybe run on the belt
Work some muscles that in 15 years
I haven't felt
Like a player in concussion
Like the caveman with no pelt,
I coulda been sporty
But forty is forty
Every day I look at the status,
Checkin’ for cracks in my dreams
Sometimes I get to thinkin’
I could only ever act in extremes
I hatch a scenario
Of Hollywood gangland schemes
A page from Get Shorty
Well I'm only forty
So now I’m in the bullring
But the bull won’t give me a glance
It’s a real tough situation
In the deep end of a romance
But my sword is feeling potent –
Why not give things another chance
with the one who gored me?
That’s life at forty.
2015
Categories:
bullring, age, confusion, courage, endurance,
Form: Verse
Stalls with red plums, green grapes and yellow corn
And bits and bobs in the market of rags.
The Bullring was a buzz with life that morn
Children in prams, elderly carrying bags.
And amongst giant traders the Lamb does stand
St. Martin’s Church a light of new engage
A sole gargoyle peers down without command
Stone faced to change brought on by time and age.
Pigeons and Doves all walked in front of you
Some black, some white, some still with fear without
And yours became the face that I found true
The way you smiled with calm, removed all doubt.
At dusk I dreamt you held my soul awhile,
And through your watch slept like a peaceful child.
Categories:
bullring, love
Form: Sonnet