'We thought he could try Yoga? <br />He used to love it before...' <br />She brought him the next day <br />He had eyes like a child <br />He was fifty four. <br />He found the postures difficult <br />Especially the lefts and rights <br />When we were sitting in meditation <br />I wondered what he was thinking <br />With the fraying edges of his mind. <br /> <br />I saw them the other day <br />Walking hand and hand. <br />He looked the same <br />The same childlike stare <br />And friendly smile <br />'Did you hear Maria's selling up? ' <br />'That bitch? <br />She wouldn't give you the steam off her piss! ' <br />We all laughed <br />There was still a fragment of the old acerbic wit <br />In the fraying edges of his mind.<br /><br />Alison Cassidy<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-fraying-edges-of-his-mind/
