| THE IMPORTANCE OF CO-ORDINATION The language, I suppose, Is technically the same Although these strangers in their mismatched clothes don't speak in the old familiar way The cluttered approach to life, Surrounded by things, so meaningless in the half light, holds no comfort for me Our bodies, it is true, no longer lie to us We bear the scars of years of neglect and of ignorant self-abuse No pleasure gained from gossiping, Over trials and tribulations of another life. No joy found In another misery, no comfort there This is my life. I accept it and embrace it for what it is. It has made me; brought me here (to this place) Where I wait, expectantly. |