Sailing through life
never goes without
a spill
tonight the poet
fell down the stairs
drunk of course

Needed to be picked up
carried to bed
after first aid applied
by flat mate Shindo
and my kind neighbour
who’d only come over for a beer

Trauma and grief
takes me down a rocky path
as my friend Adam said
you need to feel it
again and again
before it’ll go away

Building a new life
at an advanced age
needs some trips
to show the way

I’ll crawl if needed tomorrow
to scatter the ashes
break with the past
wake up to a new dawn

In bocca al lupo
as they say in Italian
not quite dead yet!