I have lost the things I liked
when my beard was black as coal.
Nothing new to fill the void.
Now it takes a lot of time
to fill the phial with secret scent.
The old thing had been so much more
respectable and added cream
to my slowly growing fame.
Colours that make the rainbow shine
now make a fool of me they say.
The new one waiting at my door
looks so much like the boy next door
it can turn me to a laughing stock.
Yet these things I hear I need
to keep my mind in proper shape.
Just a curtain to let it grow.
Photo credit: Syed Ahmad on Unsplash
A few years ago, I began to think that I had already written all that I could and to repeat would not be a good idea. Before long changes in my body and mind and in the world around me compelled me to seek healing through fresh literary endeavours.