MS (8.4.1929 / Marton, Lancashire)

! Maybe This Is What Bliss Is

Those days when an invisible armchair
relaxes you into a mood
that's an exquisite, savoured blend
of innocence and experience,
which might even be thought to be
wisdom
except you don't even need to think it
since you're simultaneously 7 and 70
and thus invulnerable

days when I wish the house had a verandah
where in the evenings I could sit:

'I'm here, I'm watching it all go by,
you can stop and chat
or wave and I'll nod;
I'm here; I'm at home.'

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Comments (1)

I agree Tomas as got it, every line whispers let go, let go....I must go now...very nice......michael..............I.......................................................................