January 2005 / Volume VI / Issue I
Chris Major


Every month or so
his leathery face smiles
out from our local ‘rag’.
A gush of praise squeezed
to a few column inches
reports his latest achievements:
another charity run,
100 lengths swum
or sponsored cycle completed.
Then the obligatory bio–
how he came home pale
and sweating from the office,
to be found 12 hours later
by a distraught daughter.
Now he raises money
for the local hospital,
charity stunts involving fancy dress.

“I turned life around at 55...” he proudly spouts,
“I really thought I was going to die.”
‘You really are’  I muse,
as I lie back to
picture a cough–
red flecks on a clown suit......