Aye, joke.
Don't you mean, Jock?
Nooooo, joke.
Why?
Because I can smell fear in you.
Bullshit!
Nooooo, not bullshit, fear!
You're no longer the tough guy who
knocked kids out in the squared circle.
You're an old man with the frailties
of an old man ringing in your ears.
Accompanied by tinnitus that
keeps you awake at night.
'Don't try to knock him out, out-box him'
Remember that advice?
You didn't listen then, try to now.
A deeply honest piece of introspection that reveals your undeniable strength of character and no nonsense attitude - love the 'squared circle' and the advice to self that you instill in this piece. A brave and honest write. j xx
Goodluck Jerry, old lefties never die... they just stop ranting!
Poignant, understated and honest, this gaze in the mirror is one of your best. Brilliantly constructed, articulate and succinct - you share your innermost feelings at this time of uncertainty, with classic Hughes brilliance. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
How does one spell introspection? Ah-ha could it be aye? Read mine - Time For Another - Adeline