All in All

Dark and dank December day

Mist and fog the while

And I inside all snug and warm

Live in single file

 

Just myself to bother me

Yes I live alone

I am told there are millions of us

Waiting by a phone

 

Talking is done on television

And on the Internet

Or in the silence sit and read

Be calm and do not fret

 

It suits me so this quiet life

I had monastic practice

I did not choose – I lost my wife

Keep going now keep active

 

The bus stop is my meeting ground

I’ve met a load of folk

And chatted while we waited

And often shared a joke

 

I have my life lines that’s the point

My brother keeps in touch

Every day Whatsapp-away

I appreciate it very much

 

And son and grandsons call on me

Oh how rich is that!

More than I ever bargained for

Just fell in my lap

 

So life could not be better

Given the all in all

Thank God for every morning

Let fog and mist befall

 

Brian Fahy

1 December 2022