You have enjoyed your years so far and sit in quiet reflection but changes happening to your mind promotes panic for resurrection. You want to tie your shoes and wash the car run up the stairs and then without thought carry a pile of stuff and run down those stairs again. Viewing other towns and countries on TV within your home gives a yearning to revisit places you were once so free to roam. Now all the fuss at airports and the long trek to the plane precludes a once world traveller from ever going abroad again. Pathos and unfairness brings on tears you try to hard to hide confused emotions spar with anger and you suppress the pain inside. There was a day when a beer fixed it all and conscience was something rare when all that mattered were results and thoughts of others weren't there. But treat yourself kindly old man you are entirely free to choose to forgive the way you lived before and stop hitting on the bruise.
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All those Sons and Daughters
Another November 11th The 76th I have seen Men and women of our forces Parade together with the Queen. Here we remember the fallen Those who will never age People with just one life to live And lost it on the world war stage. It's all well done as usual British ceremony, pomp and grace But I always wonder who it is decides on war in the first place? Who takes this grave decision A singleton, quorum or committee? To defend our realm and order the death of bodies, brains and beauty. It has to be - It must be so To ensure we all stay free But whoever it is starts our fights I am glad that it's not me.