Knife Arthritis. It felt like someone was taking a knife and sliding it back and forth, up and down, right through the middle of my “Forecasting”
Tag: sadness
Hands of Time
These hands of mine They’ve done some time They’ve been gripped in such fury Known the wringing of deep worry For many years, they were “Hands of Time”
French Files
I see the brain as a giant filing cabinet. Oh, what delights are stored, catalogued and hidden in its depths! As we age, we come “French Files”