The Final Spell

Sometimes everything

That needs to be said

Is said in a sadistic

Way when you are old

Life feels fulfilled

Even though it has been

Rather awaful

You could live 500 years

Or die tomorrow

Never mind

Late at night

Attention

The very best thing

Time is changing us into

Something unrecognizable

Staying and watching

The change taking

Place a every moment

Mediating transformation

Metamorphosis into

New forms and shapes

We will never stay the same

And always be the same

The Old Man

Here I am

A very old man

With a lot of wrinkles

A lot of mindfulness

Will not help that

Time can obviously not be reversed

Life has been running it’s cause

Here we are 2020

Without friend, future or finances

Still life goes on flowing

Down, down the drain

In a systematic way

No Remorse

My life is almost over

I could not reach

Above my two main

Impairment

Anxiety and Love

In the form of being nice

There is no place for people

Like me in this world

And I am happy to leave

Just like an old elephant

Leaving the evil people

To handle their own

Misfortune and

Eventually subcomb

Joining the dinosaur

And Dodo birds

Missing out

Trapped in the duty of caring

For children that are mine

And a bad relationship

That are also mine

I wake up at night with

The feeling of being choked

To death slowly but surly

Only the early birds singing

Like they are lost in the forest gives

Some remorse

The Bar

A man walks

Into a bar

Realizing he

Is no movie star

Just an ordinary

Man from the

Outer part of town

Going slowly down

Getting old and daft

Life is in his past

What a blast

Just enjoying his beer

Forgetting all his

Anxiety and fear

Until someone

Tries to bite of his ear

Oh dear….

Aging

Writing away my anxiety

Pretending that I have a choice

Pretending that It is a free will

Being possessed by spirits and memes

From another era, it is not much I can do

The problem is that it is only getting worse

With age, I am not getting wiser

Past present

It is all over now
It is all over me now
the pain, the memories
the fear of tomorrow
There are no lights
in the attic on the other side of the street anymore

I miss my freedom
I feel time has got me again
The now will turn
to autumn and winter again
and again
each year with a little shorter summer
I miss my youth
I miss my future
and my past
but who could know
this then and now?
The evening falls fast
this time of the year

Hard

I try to bread 
It is difficult
Do I have do this
All my life has been
filled with fear
Fear of failing, fear of not being accepted 
and here I am
again

Have to master
Have to be sure
Have to be something
Have to

And again
the wave of aging 
of changing
shape and posture
status and rank
Yesterday I met my
father
He were older to
and in the bookshop
our foreign minister
stood and read biographies 
of past politicians 
I greeted him because
life is sometimes better
when one takes
risks