Here am I

Old men walk old dogs tentatively on frosty pavements.
      Old women bent & gnarled from life’s servitude
                   sigh over lost years as they stare
                          into empty letter boxes.
  Out of hospital once again staving off the inevitable,
              wincing at the distant wail of a siren
                              but not alarmed,
           knowing this time it does not wail for me,
               Nevertheless, this is my street, my lot
               I wave my walking stick as salutation
                            that I am one of them.



Geoff Dean dabbled in poetry but was best known for his short story writing. His last book of short stories was A Literary Lunch [Roaring Forties Press]. A 1994 interview with Geoff can be found here.