What are you doing to me wordpress?

Are you turning into instagram?

What are all these new buttons?

Easier or more complex?

My brain is struggling

To keep up with unwanted changes!

I was driving with gears

Now you’ve given me an Automatic

taken away the clutch

but not told me where the brakes are!

Is that fair?

I’m a blogger

not a programmer

or coder

or whatever

these newfangled things are?

Thanks?

1/10 so far….

Going grey

Wrinkles?

What are they for?

And going grey

What is the point?

Feeling worn out

Losing my mojo

Growing tired

But I ain’t dead yet

I have knowledge

I see patterns in history.

No not grey

Precious silver

Or platinum.

Not wrinkles

But the map of my life.

Strong like a diamond

Moulded by the pressure

Of living.

Go back to the sea.

Along the pier

Walk out to Sea

Across the tide

My life to be?

An old man thinks

Of times gone by

Boyhood days

Of gulls and skies.

Of storms and fog

Waves rolling high.

A girl goes skipping

The length of the pier

In the arcades

Candy floss, she cheers.

A woman now

Looks back in time.

Worm eaten memories

Are lost in rhyme.

From young to old

Each person’s regrets

Are tied together

In their own nets.

Sea and sand

Cliffs and rock

All remembered

As the gulls flock.