Miseable Existence. Poem by ivor or ivor.e hogg

Miserable existence.

I don’t admit to being old.
Nor will I put my life on hold.
As others think I ought to do.
I have a different point of view.

There’s so much that I want to do.
Each day I can find something new.
Something I have not done before.
It’s not a case of either or.

Let oher people vegetate
If they're prepared to sit and wait
in their arm chair and watch TV
Until they’re switched off finally.
When death decides to swing his scythe
and end their travesty of life.

Saturday,04 September 2010
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