I don't envy the rich their money,

the famous all their fame,

or the powerful their power -

for to me it's all a game.

But what I do feel jealous of

is their ability when aging

to shack up with the most attractive,

much younger, beautiful women.

I strain

Too much gazing at screens

accessing social media

strains your peering eyes

exacerbates peer pressure.

Out of place at a soiree

Me ? I neither know nor care

if it's brie or camembert.

My first thought was "How very sad" -

an old man sweeping his garden path,

so slow, bent over, doddery.

But then I thought "No. How heroic."

Instead of sinking in an armchair,

hiding from coronavirus,

watching palliative TV,

he's out there keeping things tidy.

A sick society

So many hooked on drugs and guns,
so many hooked on violence,
so many ignorant of the world
never needing evidence.

So many careless of their health,
so many hooked on opioids,
So many hooked on fantasy wealth,
so many bigoted paranoids

rotten with racial prejudice.
So many liars, so much greed,
when your society is sick,
concentrate on what you need.

Forget the primping cheerleader
telling you everything is swell -
before you try to make it great
you need to make it well.

No need to fret about dying.

The problem is all in your head.

You'll do it without even trying.

You won't even know that you're dead.

Brief encounter

I noticed her among the summer fruits,
freshness and shapeliness her attributes.
She led me down a strangely quiet aisle
and met someone she knew - oh what a smile!
Together we ploughed on through vegetables
and seemed agreed on waiving cereals
but then we parted ways, she to the bread
while I indulged in alcohol instead.
I feared I'd savour bitters on my own
and have no use for seed my bird now flown.
I sadly mourned my loss with flowers and very
soon took comfort in confectionery
but glimpsed her at the delicatessen
from pharmacy and a medical lesson.
My hope was raised and - she was there !
lovely as a vision in underwear.
I lost my zest for manager's reductions
with thoughts all turned to possible seductions.
Past frozen meat I felt myself much bolder
but all that I received was her cold shoulder.
In spite of that I moved in close to check her out -
she turned on me with such a dreadful shout:
"Creep ! Are you off your trolley ? Basket case ! "
I fled the supermarket in disgrace.