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So now that Easter's over

And the year stretches out before us

What have we to hope for,

Given that we tend

To veer between the dull

And gross absurdity?

Can we look towards

A deeper sense of understanding

More sensitive insight

Or perhaps of feelings less intense,

Accepting that we are not always right?

Unfortunately, I suspect

There's no likelihood of change

And twelve months on

Each problem that we have today

Will grow a new face,

While no one of them has gone;

And resurrection's joy, for which we sought,

Lie broken with the chocolate eggs we bought.

Brian Hick May 2013

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Real retirement?

So if there is no work, what will I do?

OK, I can write, but will that fill

The hours between eating and the few

Self-imposed appointments which distil

Into a mess of generalities,

Amorphous days which drift into each other

Differentiated only by the ties

Of weekly meetings; sound retirement fodder.

Of course, life could pick up; it seems I could

Immerse myself in real fulfilling tasks,

Unpaid, but useful to the general good,

If only I'd respond to those who ask.

            But at the moment I don't feel the urge

            To volunteer for things that might emerge.

Brian Hick September 2011

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