Of my old school mates
cheeky John Doody...

Dealing with knowledge
of what our lifespan...

I'm full of jokes
some are good...

There's no roar
no crowd...

I'm never going to see
the great rhododendron giants...

Time
is all...

I live with the hand
that life brings...

If I count
all my days...

Imagine
Ned Kelly...

As much at home
on his horse...

In our psychi
Gallipoli...

In a slow motion descent
to the dead...