Twice a week the winter thorough Here stood I to keep the goal: Football then was fighting sorrow For the young man’s soul. . Now in Maytime to the wicket Out I march with bat and pad: See the son of grief at cricket Trying to be glad. . Try I will; no harm in […]
Late again what do we do? Traffic held up another long queue glance at your watch nerves uptight engine getting hot flashing a red light. Cars moving slowly legs stiff and sore radio blaring loudly vibes hit the floor Clutch up clutch down brakes always used shouting and screaming people being abused. . . . […]
My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk: The opening lines of John Keats’ “Ode to a Nightingale” Don’t the above words just fill you with foreboding? I’d recently taken […]
