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DAVID E. BARNES
An Old Man Ruminates
I have never underestimated the power
of circumstance,
or the perverse power of everything
that can go wrong when you least expect it;
and always problems that do occur, eventually
seem to come from within,
And I judge myself to be at fault; not anticipating,
being complacent and nonchalant;
and what I have lost over the years
does not make me greater,
only deeper.
I fall through a hole
more gets taken away, yet I have come through
to the other side a gaping wound,
but then I am the wound
only deeper.
When it seems there is little left
is it possible that more can be taken,
Thin as I am, my other looks up at me
playing cards with himself.
He offers the deck to me, the game of chance.
It is useless to make guesses.
Maybe he is a ghost and the dead
are coming to greet me.
I wonder what waits hidden
from my eyes; it is enough to grind your bones.
I we myself, have argued all our life
have I finally become cynical in our discussions.
Is it from the dawn of old age?
What will the creatures
of this world do
when I nova.
DAVID E. BARNES began writing at 18 years of age when he took up folk guitar, performing around mainland Australia and Tasmania, finally settling in Perth
First published in Paris/Atlantic, a literary journal and in Poets Hall of Fame Anthology, BARNES later published in Anthologies from Empowa Inc in Western Australia
He publishes and edits Poetry Downunder and Numbat Pdu both excellent online poetry sites
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