Nothing much, save the odd ha’penny
and most of the things I’ve lost.
I always look in the daftest places,
like the time I found the teapot in the fridge
or the radio in the dustbin.
Better far as a strategy
would be to look in the last place first.
An old friend or five
on Friends Re-united
and enjoyment in recapping lives.
My first crush, rediscovered that way
had turned into a pompous old fogey.
Some bits and bobs of knowledge,
some passions like music, quilting, poetry,
and some discarded, like golf and squash.
A certain equilibrium –
contentment more lasting
than delirious happiness
and less exhausting, too.
The second part of Margo Roby’s exercise on found poetry. Having struggled yesterday with the first part, I’ve cheated and reverted to type – my literal mind to the fore. I may come back and do the bits I’ve missed. You’ll find them here: http://margoroby.wordpress.com/2011/06/28/tuesday-tryouts-poems-on-things-that-are-found/