This week we feature three poems by J S Perna.
When that I was a small runabout boy
All was new and living was joy –
Then chasing my dog (whose name was Keith)
I tripped and smashed my two front teeth.
The dentist was a big rugby fellow,
He pulled out the nerves and made me bellow
Ever since then from not yet eight
I was made shy by the dental plate.
Too much exuberance in chasing a hound
With gleeful affection taught me the ground
Just lies there in waiting for a mistake to be made –
Perhaps it is best to be steady and staid
At the barber’s my unkempt hairs
Once brown, now like a polar
(But less furry) bear’s
fall down through the growth of years
From Atropos’s slow but certain shears.
A ‘PENTELOPE’ (cf The Knox Brothers by Penelope Fitzgerald) I must say I was glad A
when we both agreedE
the very best life-guideI
(though rarely the sole goad)O
is the concept of the Good.U
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