The Last Laugh
I used to laugh once,
not out loud
but to myself, when
I heard them
queuing at bus stops
and moaning
about time and how
did that happen
and where did that go
blah bla etc etc
of course, I now get it ..
I feel the whole
world through the sole
of each shoe
and all these miserable
joints of mine
are nothing to laugh at ..
believe me,
the grass is not always
greener at all ..
and as I wait my turn
in this queue
here by a roadside, I’m
pretty sure if
I listen, long and hard
enough, then
I might hear someone
laughing over
my shoulder, not out
loud perhaps,
but far more remotely
and to themself ..
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Neville (
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Neville good to hear from you this poem strikes a nerve in this aging body where such lines can easily be identified with and aches grow more numerous and frequent and yes I do hear people from time to time over my shoulder laughing to themselves and I wonder. Well written my friend
Thanks sorenbarrett .. Neville
Most welcome my friend
Parallax is one of those words that ring my bell. And at the moment, using it for viewing another's field from a certain angle makes it look greener and such. 🙏🕊️
Just make sure you look before you leap .. green can be so inviting .. Cheers, Neville
True, True!
There’s a quiet sting to this—the kind that sneaks up on you the same way time does.
You start with a smirk at others, and end with the echo of that same smirk coming back around for you.
That closing turn is the knife: not cruel, just inevitable.
Life doesn’t mock us loudly—it just waits its turn, then chuckles under its breath.
those quiet stings bite deeper & hurt more than mere paper cuts regardless of how deep they cut .. I am both honoured & humbled my friend .. Neville
Good write N.
ta O .. N
Age is great fun isn't it Neville? LOL
Andy
I am of the increasing opinion it may be relative .. but thanks for the nudge Andy .. Neville
Neville, what a wonderful piece. This one made me smile...and then it made me nod. There comes a point when all those things we once chuckled about suddenly start making perfect sense. Beautifully done, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
You are far too kind Tristan .. Many thanks my good friend .. 🐈⬛🖤🐦⬛⚫⬛🏴▪️😎👍
What I like about this sort of reflection is that it is sophisticated, filled with ignorantia docta mood and spirit, best wishes, a fave, my friend
Bless you .. I'll take it my new found literary friend .. Neville
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