Surviving

Am I becoming old already?

Was I ever young?

My body still repairs itself,

I don’t yet need

To “Take care”

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I have outlived many things;

Concorde –

I was never on it, but it disturbed my peace,

And does no more.

Cross Channel Hovercrafts,

That were run as an airline.

Not airlines,

They still go, and we binge on their unneeded service, but not I.

My religion,

After a fashion. But only when I think too hard.

Roast dinners,

Not fried breakfasts,

But my definition of “fried” may have shifted

Somewhat,

And pumpkin, and swede, never used to feature.

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And I have outlived my wife,

And the habit of addressing her directly,

But not of harking on.

And long before,

Of belonging…

Anywhere

Else.

—

And cars without computers,

And poems that look like poems,

And homemade cakes in tearooms,

And tea that tastes like tea in cafeterias.

And women that want anything to do with me.

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And where do these verses begin,

Or end?

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Yes – I survive,

And I take no care,

But need not,

As care takes me,

For I have no interest

In anything, but…

Laying abed till late in the day

Sharing with you.

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And you –

Who are you?

A friend??

And tell me,

Promise me please…

Will I not survive you!

Better you survive me,

E’en if that mean you only see me this day

And think nought of any morrow.

Such that none can survive any other

But we only grasp and let go,

And long for another touch,

Or fleeting glimpse.

I am well done

With surviving.