David Chadwick

A poem for the month - June

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Why I refrain from astral travel

 

I saw this guy in a photograph.

He looked a little like my brother

and a little like my uncle, with

perhaps a touch of some other

distant relative. Then I’m told it’s me!

Well, I know I’ve grown older,

but that jowly chap there –

the one with the round shoulders?

It’s hard to believe that’s me,

and I should know because each day

I see myself In the mirror. I see the lines,

the bags beneath the eyes, and still there’s no way

I would recognise that character,

which is why I have to refrain

from astral travel; I’m not sure  that

I would  find my way back to my body again.