My friend Elaine lent me a delightful collection of poetry titled The Last to Leave by Margaret Clough. It’s her second collection of poetry, engaging with the issues of aging and mortality, but in a light, warm-hearted tone which makes the collection a pleasure to read. The Cape Times said “Joyful and plump with life”, and I couldn’t agree more. Ageing doesn’t have to be gloomy! I loved the following poem and I’m sharing it with you, because I’m pretty sure many of us have undergone the same awful experience:
BLOGSPOT BLUES – by Margaret Clough
I’ve lost my blog. Where can it be?
I think it has unfriended me.
It disappeared into the cloud
I shake my fist. I cry aloud.
I punch the keys, but all in vain.
It doesn’t like my user-name.
*(Just a Paragraph: when I’m short of time and/or inspiration, I keep my blog ticking over with ‘just a paragraph’; random thoughts, reflections, comments, ideas … little snippets)