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Knew Best

Posted on by tq1695

Doing well and being young –
the world wants to know, you know it does
however trivial or tangential the nexus.. let me tell you about,
MY ACHIEVEMENT.
Conceit ? –
too grown up – too adult in motive
more self-absorption than self-regard, just high spirits.

A select course : 12 places – nationally –
and one for me.
We worked together – he called me son
even though only 10 years older
nothing paternal or patronising
appropriate in a way– he was a sort of mentor,
in a cynically comical, but more comedic than cynical manner
He asked about the course
policy studies, economics, planning law, environmental management
and target employment?
Councils, government departments, universities, think tanks,
“son, you’ll never be a bureaucrat.”
He said it slowly, gently, with compassion …. and precise foresight.

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Most of my life has been spent on the bench, occasionally called into the game by extravagance or attenuation. Waiting has turned a loner into a recorder - nondescript and inconsequential, more not noticed than overlooked - the non-vantage point of children not yet considered old enough to understand. Orphaned Islands (Un)poetry is a lifetime of picking anecdotes up and not throwing them away. Stories collected like odds and ends placed in a box in the basement, the garage, the garden shed - uncertain as to what their use might be but knowing that one day there might be one.