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I still am a late middle aged former government worker marking time until the cliff.
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Monday, October 14, 2013
Greenwich on a Sunday Afternoon (Blogophilia 34.6)
Here we are
Meeting after so many years
Why so long?
I speak to my friends
In this new-fangled online market,
I have not set foot here in years
It's a lonely, lovely place,
To the four winds.
Not knowing whether they are alive.
Now I come to see you
Not sure why.
Maybe to bask in the silence
Of the relatives I never knew,
And the few I did.
To look upon verdure
was the greatest refreshment.
But the oaks and moss
Only remind me
Of past time wasted, Time was supposed to explain.