Postscript

Ron Fielder
Aug 24, 2017 · 2 min read

Ok, I know it’s much too soon for this:
nothing has changed, nor is it likely to.
But sod’s law says not now will end as never,
so now or never? Now will have to do.

Summer’s come early, yet the house stays dark,
and memories bring tears like summer rain.
The isolator switch that tripped is still
waiting for me to flick it on again.

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Ron Fielder

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Ex folkie, ex IBM, now into Bulgarian & Irish music and looking for a youth elixir (got any?).

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