I stopped living when
I realised it meant nothing,
I was just fooling myself
when I thought it meant something.
The drudge of daily life
wears away at my soul
to leave me convinced that
in life there is nothing to behold.
As I get older the more
dispassionate I get,
for all that’s left in my mind
is a treasure throve of regrets.
The 50 year old poet 