The ephemeral moments..

I am tucked very comfortably in my blanket,
but there is a chill that slithers inside like the breeze outside,
Since I walked out of the office today,
I am a retired bloke.

The memories of last 25 years flash through my mind.
It feels like watching a slide show of photographs in an old dilapidated theatre.

My untiring endurance and sartorial elegance,

to the the lines on face and the grey ruffled hair,
The whispers in the night while making love,

to the struggle to howl for a glass of water ,  

Getting high on weed at Robin's,

to the daily morning shots of Insulin,

The shrieks of the kids playing all around,

to the awareness of the lull  that surrounds,

The confusion, whether to celebrate or lament
the fleeting time renders me weak.
Good night.