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National poetry month is almost done

I’m feeling really pleased with this month, I’ve written a poem every day apart from 2 and both times I’ve written 2 the following day. I’ve also written a few blogs, which, considering the month I’ve had, is pretty good going.

I will try to keep the momentum going into next month and beyond as I want to improve as a writer and the only way to do that is to keep writing. Of course, if I’m not here then I can’t keep going, but as long as I’m drawing breath and can sit comfortably then I will keep going. Over the next 3 days I want to finish reading some of the new blogs I’ve found this month, post 3 more poems at least and find some topics for new posts so I keep writing myself.

Life seems to always be a struggle for me, whenever it seems to be on an even keel and I’m improving my lot, I end up worse than when I started. I can’t keep on this way lurching from crisis to catastrophe every few years, today I’ve turned 59 which is why I’m taking stock in this way, I have made mistakes in my life but only have 1 regret.

I don’t regret anything I’ve done, my only regret is that aged 17, I didn’t follow my dream when everyone else backed out I should’ve gone to Australia, my life would’ve taken a different path if I had, which wouldn’t have been so bad really. I love my children so much, which is why I have no other regrets. I think I’ve run out of happy thoughts so will leave you till tomorrow, dear reader.

Birthday

Today is my birthday
I’ve turned another year older
Seems they move so fast today
Don’t think it was 12 months ago

I seem to have 2 birthdays each year
In my mind I’m still eighteen
I find old age arriving I fear
But when I look back I can’t be seen

I’m invisible, the one in ten
Number on a list that grows and grows
Nobody knows me, I don’t know myself
Look at my head can you see the scars

I’ve had more spills
More thrills
Than anyone except Evel and Eddie
But now it’s time to dance with Mr. D.

Yesterday

Seems like a long time ago
When life was easy and things would flow
Now it seems as though life has passed
What could I do to make it last?

If life’s for living why doesn’t it end
When the quality has gone without hope to mend
If I should go before I wake up
Can I ask you all to raise a cup

Toast not my passing as that was fast
But celebrate life while it does last
So soon it’s gone and to earth we go
Ashes and dust through time so slow

The worms may eat the bones and eyes
But please don’t ever sigh
The dead are gone till the end of days
No matter what the preacher says