The reflections on life by a middle-aged man

Someone who is forced to face family memories of the past, by events in the present.

A bit of a black look at the emotions of this age.

Of course forest_for_ever isn't my name. I just created a pen name as most others seem to have done, but for this piece it is important I maintain...

I am a great one for chattering too much and this is a reflective piece on the one enemy we cannot run from.

I had the sad misfortune to accompany a friend to a disciplinary hearing. I could tell their minds were already made up. I saw no compassion, no forgiveness, only the preordained judgement. It made me angry, but I was powerless to stop the circus.

Ask Not Why The Wind Blows Speak not of the wind Or where it blows. It roars when it chooses, Rattling rooftops, Shaking the trees. Speak not of the...

Before I Go… Before I go, I’ve things to do. Where did I put that list? Like odd socks their kin long lost My dreams lie all alone. All the promises...

A lot of writers will relate to this. Searching for just the right word or phrase in vain.

Can You Direct Me To Memory Lane? On shifting sands An old man stands. Faded glitter of wealth Supplanted with fears for health. As each breath is...

The image I have chosen is from an canal holiday and I hope it shows what is in my mind for my traffic island