Old

Hurry up and die won’t you!

There's bitter, there's fucking bitter, and then there’s you...

I wake up this morning, still in the middle a dream

Someone’s knocking on my door, calling my...

I'm almost close to sunset, too close

I was left her, by one whom I produce

When I reach...

Inspired by Deborah Evans’ poem “Lived, Laughed, Loved”

We peer into these mirrored pools of our...

In the spring equinox
Of my life
Everything was beautiful
And all was bright

...

I've seen the turn of the century, I saw the intro of cars,
Every night an uninterrupted view, of...

The sun sets in the west, my eyes are bolt wide awake,
I feel the hunger burning, and it's more than...

Of where the bells toll and the eloquent scholars write,

Of where poets meet on a wilde, wet,...

When shadows of love visit

a love poem
By
Jude Kyrie.

When time calls to...

I look into the mirror, and all I see is me,
I hardly recognise the reflection, who else can it be...

I look in the mirror, what do I see
An large, ageing woman that I don’t want to be
I’m...

Aches and pains, joints a creaking
Driving me insane
Knees go crack, hips dislodge
I’m...

Stepping into the old barber’s shop

Was a bit like stepping back in time:

Above the four...

Do you see that lonely man
Just talking to himself
I bet a buck, he's lived a life
...

When the warm wind caresses my cheek
As I walk slowly through
The spring days of my life...

Seems like only yesterday

When I was young and virile

That was then, this is now

My...

1914. London England

I am old now
old and tired the music Hall is fading
old clowns...