His sixty years were measured
by the number of times
he mowed his lawns;
once or twice his gaze
turned towards the horizon
but then he remembered
it was Tuesday
and the rubbish needed to be
taken to the kerb.
A LIFE
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His sixty years were measured
by the number of times
he mowed his lawns;
once or twice his gaze
turned towards the horizon
but then he remembered
it was Tuesday
and the rubbish needed to be
taken to the kerb.