Life's Avenue

Life’s Avenue


By the left hand corner, where the avenue begins,
a group of old men stand - in the afternoon shade-
talk about the gone days, life was so much better
then. They nod friendly when they see me, like I
should be one of them; but I do resist, smile back,
stop not for a chat

The German pope has nice silvery hair, if he dyes
it black he will look years younger, should he do
so people will snigger, and he’ll go down in
history as “Pope, the conceited.” I dislike talking
about the past, it fills me with sorrow, so I won’t
loiter at the old men’s corner