I turned thirty-nine this week

The passing of another yearI’ve just turned thirty-nineI’m marking it with NetflixAnd a decent bottle of wine Utterly forgettable(My age, not the booze)To reach an age so tediousCan hardly pass as news I don’t remember thirty-eightAnd it comes as no surpriseThat thirty-seven too it seemedPassed before my eyes Don’t think I’m complainingBut I just don’tContinue reading “I turned thirty-nine this week”

It’s the little things I miss

The end of another dayA chance to reminisceAbout the things I long forIt’s little things I miss Standing on the platformWhilst waiting for my trainFamiliar commutersIn sunshine, wind and rain Alighting at the stationWhen the campus comes aliveWalking to the Med School‘Cross the road on Vincent Drive Catching-up with colleaguesMany now are friendsHearing all theContinue reading “It’s the little things I miss”