a one hundred and seventh new poem ... 'epitaph'

Time takes in trust,

Pays us back with

Aches, pains,

Age and the deluge of

Misspent days;

Where there’s

Rain, wind and

Waste to weigh, we

Put up the blinds

    And let fall our gaze.   

a one hundred and sixth new poem ... 'trump towers'

Old Trumpy has the best

Words and the best hair

And the best ivory-white teeth and

The best brain; the

Best policies and the

Best expensive shoes, the best

Sweat pores and the

Best world views; the best

Suits and the best biggest deals

And the best attitude and

The best presentation; the

Best bank account and

The best most useful friends, the

Best dumbest enemies, the best

Means to ends.