The Power Broker

it struck me

this sunday afternoon

dash early evening

daylight fading

while nursing a cappuccino

and blueberry muffin

how youth is a tantalising

lie

full of empty promise

a taste of immortality

then, a whiff, a sniff

but, nothing substantial

i was reading Betjeman’s

“Death in Leamington”

thinking….

that life is merely a

moment

dismissive of Time

a seesaw

with birth at one end

and Death the other

with Fate in between…..

The Power Broker

By

Paolo Michell

 

 

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About pmisteil

Hi, my name is Paul though I write under other names like, Thatcher and Paolo, I love literature, art and architecture their passion and drama....the contradictions. The notion of Truth-who is the person behind the mask? Or does it matter! I like long walks and longer conversations over cappuccinos in a cafe with atmosphere and the rest is a journey!
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