Saturday 22 June 2019

Idle I


Idle I

Sometimes, I feel that life’s barely begun,
And yet, as I sit idly pondering;
Considering things that I haven’t done,
And the precious time that I’m squandering;
In my mind’s eye, Charlotte Bronte I see,
Marilyn Monroe, William Shakespeare,
Jane Austen, Charles Dickens, Elvis Presley;
None of whom reached old age; some nowhere near.
George Orwell died when he was forty six;
Forty birthdays were all John Lennon knew;
Only twenty seven; Jimi Hendrix;
Keith Moon and Brian Epstein; a mere thirty two.
Older than them all; with much to achieve,
I procrastinate, as I live and breathe. 



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