In a life where staying still
is not an option,
we are all ephemera.
To laugh at oneself
is the key to life.
Laugh…
…at the absurdity of your plans…
…at the opinions which you hold tighter
than a soldier would a gun in battle…
…at your serious face, as it does that
mask thing…
…at your glittering career, whose trajectory
no one but you is interested in, or even aware of.
Have you ever laughed (or cringed)!
at the embarrassment of old photos?
But you are an old
photo now
(it’s just that the
time has not yet passed).
On leaving Probus87
ReplyDeleteThe poet has left the building
He did not stand on the order of his going
Not knowing if his words had disturbed the ancients from their amonite slumber
They were celebrating a worn out creed
Did his words break in on their revelry ?
Did he set a spark, kindle a flame?
Yes - definitely - what a talent -Probus87 will be inviting Fergus back again 😊