In which, Slim delivers a poem for aspiring poets.
So, after his outburst in the pub (see Slim’s Advice Part 1), Slim comes up to me, mutters an apology and mumbles something about having to learn how to control his anger.
“No problem” I said” it worked out fine in the end”
For a moment, there was a feeling between us that approximated warmth.
“Anyway,” he said “I wrote a poem for aspiring poets”
“Is it inspiring?”
Slim looked puzzled.
“You know, an inspiring poem for aspiring poets”.
My wordplay seemed to irritate Slim immensely. That warm feeling evaporated like sweat in the desert.
Here’s the poem!
Avoid autumn and death,
They’ve been done before;
There’s little more to say
On either score.
Also, waves like marathon runners
Collapsing on the shore,
The inexorable march of time,
Don’t go through that door.
By the way, as you have probably guessed the delicate-looking guy in the picture is John Keats, who pretty much nailed “Autumn” in 1819 at the age of 24.