My Imagination by Stan Phillips

My Imagination

by Stan Phillips

My imagination is old. Filled with sin, And cynicism. And fallible memory. Second hand words echoing down all my days.

All my stories told, All my races run. My mind though, is young and fresh. With new songs still to be sung. Untold poems yet to be created. New thoughts to be loosed upon the world.

I shall set them free then. Watch them fly.

I will sit just a little longer, See where they fall.

Stan Phillips 2020 ©

Stan Phillips is an 80 year old poet, musical podcast maker, part-time wannabe male model, and occasional stand up comedian. “I used to be a psychotherapist/counsellor when I had

an honest job. I was born into prewar London, and attended 17 schools (my father believed they couldn’t hit a moving target) and I eventually finished up here in Ireland. Still wondering what I will be when I grow up — but enjoying writing my quirky poetry as I do so.”

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