My old blue armchair

Is still there

By the wooden bookcase.

In that space

I sat and read

As the antique clock ticked

My day away.

,

Here, no clock ticks

And my need

Is for these antibiotic drips.

But how I miss

My old bookcase

And the ageing armchair where

I read the day away.

.

When I return again

To my own private place

The tick tock

Of my old clock

From high on the bookcase

Will teach me humility.
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Copyright: Kevin Morris.