Counting

Counting, 2024

 

Propelling ever closer to

the fateful year when I must die

aware of things that I must do

the years relentlessly rolled by.

Three quarters of a century

unstoppably sped passed till now

my future, which I cannot see,

ploughs furrows on my aged brow.

Afraid of destiny unknown,

moral obligations mounting,

the ticks and crosses having grown,

someone, up above, is counting.

Trevor Locke

This poem was written today (3rd October 2024) in honour of the UK’s National Poetry Day.

Other poems honouring National Poetry Day

Zhivago Song, 2020

Chance, 2021

Winter, 2022

Refuge, 2023