…then we might SEE… When an old man died in the geriatric ward of a nursing home in an Australian country town, it was believed that he had nothing left of any value. Later, when t…he nurses were going through his meagre possessions, They found this poem. Its quality and content so impressed the staff […]
Apparently he wrote this for me or Lieven!
An old man dressed in his gold sits on his park throne and commands me with a rheumy stare to pay tribute to his lost youth. His demeanor tells me that he, who is tired again, but not of his own volition, has merit that I could learn about, if only I were to engage […]
Why should not old men be mad? Some have known a likely lad That had a sound fly-fisher’s wrist Turn to a drunken journalist; A girl that knew all Dante once Live to bear children to a dunce; A Helen of social welfare dream, Climb on a wagonette to scream. Some think it a matter […]