20 January 2020


Let us speak, the poet says,
of desire and death:
Driven over half your life
by the one,
waiting the remainder
for the other.
Days when the music was new
and bright,
before your days of old
and dim,
remembered, not as they were,
just how you wished
they could have been
Regrets? Regrets. Regrets,

"But then again, too few to mention"
– Paul Anka, 'My Way'

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