In Ink
Describes it all.
I write at night and in spite
Of shadows as they fall
The mist inside my memory
In ink describes it all.
I keep the night light burning
Then when I’ve said my piece
I place the quill on the sill
And now it’s time to cease.
My mind may hold a thousand thoughts
They jostle for position
One by one by the rule of thumb
They join the edition.
As the years slip on by
Everything has changed
The way I think is more succinct
Repositioned and arranged.
Another page about how I age
It is written on the wall
Acceptance is the adage
A word that says it all.
The chronicles like monocles
Step clearly into view
And embrace the changing pace
Of thoughts that I pursue.
It is a way to have my say
Without fear or favour
And enjoy the ploy of solitude
The times I mostly savour.
And when it’s done, I’ll watch the sun
Arc slowly cross the sky
I know I hold the gift of life
Until the day I die.
©
David Rudder
2023
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