Friday, April 14, 2006

THE FOOLISH WISE POET AND MY GRANDPARENTS

They are not fools,
as Larkin said.
They are just fading
withering slowly
and perhaps,
yes,
going slightly mad.


They have come to a point
when their minds alone
can help them forget
what’s become of them
and, worse,
what’s coming!...
but they’re not fools
made of skin and bone.


You’re right, though,
“we shall find out”
But you,
old fool,
you’re already just the shadow
of a doubt.

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