Home Page. Old Age.
By
Nicola Jennings.
The tide left you here
washed up
With the flotsam
And the jetsam
Of your life
Dolphins leap now
Out of sight
Mermaids have vanished.
Space dwindles to a bed
A chair
Your glasses rest
On a rocky table
One lens cracked
The shell ashtray empty
You are caught in a solitary pool
By the barbed hook of time.