Fresh start

Last night I closed the door on 2013 at around 10pm. With three broken bones and whole a bunch of sprains and an almighty struggle back to fitness last year, I am pleased to have moved on. So I bid you welcome 2014. I have plans for you. And I intend to move forward. While I was stuck in plaster I started to write a poem per day as therapy for an incarcerated fidget. Now, I hope they may help to raise some funds for The Chestnut Tree House Children's Hospice via this link:
www.justgiving.com/Daphne-Belt

Inside My World 

Life within a capsule, inside looking out

Enclosed in a vacuum, a great bubble

Nobody anywhere hears the pale shout

Efforts to change this, results in now't

Idea’s tumble down, a useless pile of rubble

Inside my world there’s hardly a sound

Still and quiet, to my design bespoke

Floating, ethereal in my kingdom crowned

With insubstantiality of will surround

I hang in less than air like an unfunny joke                            

 

 

 

Toy Boy 

At the age of sixty three

He hardly fits this category 

When we were first on the map

It seemed like a much bigger gap 

Ten years and eleven months to the day

Me older than him by that much, by the way 

When our ages have been brought up in chatter

His ‘Toy boy’ claims he would mention in the natter 

Now I point out that real Toy Boys are twenty two or three

And not approaching the pension book, at his age of sixty three