The List is Endless
Throughout my life there has been so much to do. The list has always been endless.
The little things
Clean, mend, pass on information
The big things
Complete, decorate, career moves
The relentless things
Mortgage, christmas, in tray
The wishful things
Tropics, gliding
The impossible things
Be happy, get enlightened
But lately I find the sails which once billowed so proudly in the tradewind of my younger life hang slack. In my dotage I have neither the puff or strength of will to dispatch the demands which I once took such pleasure in slotting away; like a batsman taking fours at the wicket.
Now in my final days, as I approach the shoals of the farther shore, my mind is stirred by a fretful breeze, fragments and tatters swirl around my mind. My attention is pulled but the will is no longer engaged.
The end is truly listless.
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October 21st, 2008 at 8:46 pm
You write incredibly beautifully. Your power of communication in both the written and spoken word is just brilliant. Dear Dominic, thank you for your wisdom and truthfulness. What a light you are! Love Ida xx Hope your trip to Japan was enjoyable and inspirational.