The Ice rink statues move in the freezing fog,
a day to remember, a wonderful time.
Old man walks his dog along the ancient towpath
knowing that time has run out.
His life awaits the doom
of memories burned out
in a hostile world.
Idiots write poetry
and spew out inverted self -centered rhyme,
trying to out do all competitors.
Meaning is trivialized.
Life is a cruel agony now,
the old man watches the figures
as they skate majestically
around his life,
knowing that
being human
is better than
humans being.
(by Chris Pitts)
Chris, all your posts are thought-provoking, and I love the photos. Thanks!