POEM: 'In Amongst My Diminishing Stock of Days'

'In Amongst My Diminishing Stock of Days'

In amongst my diminishing stock of days,

the only good ones are the ones with you:

at home, or walking round a town somewhere,

searching for bookshops and for Roman ruins.

I'm too old now to try to seem to be

what I never was, like when the bosses loved me.

(Bruce Hodder 2020)