Busily sculpting my foolish old life

Poem by Anne M Jones

'Birdsong, a whole symphony embraces me on my daily bike ride in lovely Peckham Park.' | Photo: Corina Rainer / Unsplash.

Busily sculpting my foolish old life, well past sell-by date,
Freedoms many: to curse expected trains that were cancelled or late.
Adventures worldwide, limitless movement, grateful for all I could shape –
Fanned delusional flames of eternal youth.

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