Last seen heading South

the time that’s gone
the clock ticks on
the dreams switch off
at ten,

I was there when
and can’t remember how
or even why,
come to think of it
maybe it wasn’t me.

that’s a relief, but
the clock still ticks
and the time’s still gone.

I was never mostly almost sometimes,
at times I was nearly there
and now I am

as an afterthought

Napoleon’s in a bottle and
not at Waterloo

© 2019, John Smallshaw.