Musing on the Threshold by Bozzz (David Boswell)
In loving memory of Bozzz
David’s wife Meg, sent me this last poem. He was almost blind by then and asked for my appraisal.I recorded it and she let him listen. It made him happy. He was as sharp as a tack and had deep humanity plus wonderful wit to the very end.
I thought it nice to share his work to those who remember him and those new to the site.
I’m deaf and blind and out of touch
and even on the ‘prayed for list!’
Alas, their prayers won’t come to much
for thank God, I’m an atheist.
Sans mind, sans legs, sans in between
succinct in life, succinct in death
Better gone than heard or seen
I will not waste another breath…
On second thoughts
I’ll hang around.
Peruse the press, and read reviews,
until my genius has been found
with laureate, I can’t refuse.
But why should I be so surprised
it hasn’t happened, what’s gone wrong?
My poetry is not recognised,
perhaps, I’ve stayed alive too long?
The truth? It must be told at last.
Admit it man, now is the time.
You’re living in forgotten past.
Go, fill your grave
with ancient rhyme.
Never forgotten Bozzz