Write of your times, said a friend.
Me is at the desktop, trying.
Witnessed more sunsets than sunrises.
That's when they told me
not to believe anyone,
as a journalist;
check, counter-check, double check
was the mantra they gave.
all me working life,
had no beliefs,
debris of doubts,
on work tables.
Retired,
none is taken in
by an old man's dodders,
in an arm-chair.
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