Sitting in the back yard waiting...

Seasons greeting

Afternoon heat with storms forecast
Winter struggles to leave as summer pushes impatiently
They come to blows occasionally
With sparks flashes noise and rain
The lawn too long
The garden too wet
We wait for the match to begin
Bored spectators not looking for a winner
Just tired and wanting the bout finished
The outcome known in advance

Poetry by josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2011-05-13 at 21:48

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The problem is the "bored spectators" who no longer appreciate the grace and guts of the "sweet science." Actually I see this more as a metaphor of youth vs age but perhaps that's because, as Jim said, I too am "of an age."

It's a matter of perspective. Fighters past their prime, or fighters in their prime observing a spectator past his . . . need I say it . . . ?

I am going to begin a campaign against men of a certain age writing of their decline, speaking as a man of a certain age. Stoke the fire, engorge the beast. Eh?