It's hard to walk when you're old
Without getting in some one's way
For it seems that every body
Is in such a rush today
I know I'm not as fast now
As I used to be
But isn't there anyone here
Who is slower than me ?
I suppose even time
Impatient,has passed me by
But it's not death that I fear
Only not knowing how I'll die.
Lyndon Queripel
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- Party Line - Lyndon Queripel
- Air - Trudie Shannon
- Lambs - Di Young
- Streams and Dreams - Bryony de Lat
- Birdman - Richard Fleming
- The Dreams - John Buchanan
- Systematic - Lyndon Queripel
- The Undelivered Promise Of Potency - Marianna Pliakou
- Word Child - Diane Scantlebury
- Root and Branch - Peter Kenny
- War - Di Young
- Port Soif, January - Bryony de Lat
- Estrangement - Trudie Shannon
- Conservation Conversation - Lyndon Queripel
- Limerick for Paddy - Guernsey Poets
- Week Long Affair - Ian Duquemin
- Silence I - Marianna Pliakou
- All Life is Precious - Lester Queripel
- His Career In The Circus - Richard Fleming
- Perfectly Fake - Diane Scantlebury
- Bali Ha'i Sark - Shirley D. Carré
- House Calls - Lyndon Queripel
- Birth of a Poet - Ian Duquemin
- The Mariner - Marianna Pliakou
- The Cow’s Horn - Trudie Shannon
- Folk Club - Diane Scantlebury
- Sea-People - Richard Fleming
- Untouchable - Alec D Jackson
- Bus Stop Conversation - Mona Parkes
- Time Waits For No One - Lyndon Queripel
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