A review of a life lived. My life lived.
Not as though dying flashing before me.
Only aspects brought to mind, as if sieved.
A lot through holes, missing, there seems to be.
And what remember, generalities.
Like childhood. Not much to say about that.
Mix of serious and banalities.
Epileptic, dermatitis, and fat.
Two school expulsions for fighting, wildly.
Mum sat on my head once. But, good old mum.
Wife for over forty years, best could be.
Helped me to become what I have become.
Jobs, trauma, homes, pensions, and poetry.
I told you it was generality.