Solitude

It seems that I’m a Wanted Man, though posters there are none. But, as a husband and a dad, my tasks are never done. It starts before I leave work – I get texts upon my phone: “Get some milk”, “Pick me up”; I think I need a clone. I love my wife, my kids and cat, but they are a bit demanding; I’ve got … Continue reading Solitude

The Ghost of Fitness Past

I used to cycle every day To school and work and uni; My calves were like chiseled stone (But my upper half quite puny). By the age of twenty-one, y’know I’d done ten thousand miles And no problems to report except The odd crash and minor piles. I was lithe and athletic then. I would run, cycle, swim. (Unlike so many lads at school Whose … Continue reading The Ghost of Fitness Past