One Decade More?
Time moves inexorably on; today’s
Prime Minister is younger than myself!
And now, as rodent-toothed arthritis gnaws
Bones and stiff joints, or palpitations shake
The regularity of cardiac
Efficiency, my darkling eyes can see
No end of projects meriting my care.
Such grave considerations urge me on
To more endeavour as I race the clock
Of my diminishing mortality.
Ten years, I ask; and if that decade be
Available I may unload the freight
Cramming the argosy of my poetic heart.
If not, I’ve still enjoyed the years that were my part!.
