I received a random email this morning offering a financial and spiritual forecast by a clairvoyant named Exceptional Ron. Surely he could have come up with something a little more mysterious than Exceptional Ron. It is hardly Mystic Meg. Anyway, his forecast was: You have kids. You’re skint.
Separated by generations,
from each other, and from you.
And time that yellows this paper
fades the memory of us, too.
In our yearning and our striving
spent so quickly, we did leave
behind our youth and our glory,
and came soon to a place to grieve.