A Life in the Day of an Ordinary Joe
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My
maternal grandfather was a delightful, rascal of a man who fought in World War1
and shared a good few ups and downs with my grandmother until he died
peacefully in his sleep in 1969. I once confided in him that I felt so frustrated because I wasn’t doing
anything with my life.
‘No
doing anything with your life?’ he retorted. “You’re getting on with it, aren’t
you? What more can anyone do?’
I
guess granddad was also something of a philosopher in his own inimitable way...
A LIFE IN THE DAY OF AN ORDINARY JOE or CONTEMPORANEITY,
On
a long, long road
going…where?
Clouds,
gathering
for
a storm
People,
clutching rolled umbrellas
as
if for dear life
Children,
forgotten
how
to play
Parents,
frightened
of
failing
Sunlight,
persuading ghosts to write
a
Book of Shadows
Thin,
polluted air
up
the nose
Sounds
of battle
in
the ears
World
leaders playing cat and mouse
with
private lives
Copyright R. N.
Taber 2010
[Note: First published in CC and D magazine v 215, Scars (US) 2010.]
[Note: First published in CC and D magazine v 215, Scars (US) 2010.]
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