woke comfortable this morning
feeling maybe I have done my bit

paid the price once again

yet this is a fallacy
these things happen

in our lives

there is no magic
no one to stop it

you talk of the graveyard
while coincidentally I watched

him finish the work down there
trimming grass, washing the stones

he moved tired then stopped
turned back
maybe to look at all he had done

like I do

he chose his day for this morning
it rains

meanwhile the mind wanders into
corners forgotten

corners that need dusting
corners that need looking

at some more

sincerely I say that I hope
the pain recedes

that you can eat comfortably

they gave me crisps
on my last visit

i shall go again