Category Archives: aging

I discovered yesterday myself being happy!

  I discovered yesterday myself being happy. Therefore I woke up today worried in mind as every experienced human having a heart knows romantic love is such a tricky thing – as the lover sending you to heaven today, you … Continue reading

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After the summer vacations

  When you’re left there and everyone has traveled back to their own and your rooms fills you to the brim with their silence and emptiness and all the new things you bought for yourself – shopping in gaiety community … Continue reading

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1967 or 2017 – it’s the same lonely story

              1967 or 2017 – it’s the same story now as in the past. I’m left on my own alone with my books and my poetry and love is still a fallacy. But I’m … Continue reading

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As if I tried to catch the wind

I held out my hands for love, but it seems to me all I caught was wind. My years have run away like sand through my fingers and I now face my last life years and I’m still alone. Oh, … Continue reading

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Callow mind

Know that I can feel your pain now. Know that I cannot do any for you. Know that you have a callow mind. Your words were too often ignorant and lacked empathy and insight in others emotional lives. I don’t … Continue reading

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And the lilacs bloom another year

        The first of June and summer at last. But my back aches after a bad night. Two painkillers and then the bus to the supermarket to buy cat food. To feed the cat is my merely … Continue reading

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Rock me baby, I’m 68 years old today!

Yes, I become 68 years old today! Old old old, I’m told – but like all elderly people I not feel old at all. Well, that’s what everyone thinks from age 32 to 92. Yes, but you know how we … Continue reading

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The end of a love story (I hope you will burn in hell!)

There is a nice poem by Robert Louis Stevenson (the man who also wrote the novel “Treasure Island”). The poem is called “Love What Is Love”: LOVE – what is love? A great and aching heart; Wrung hands; and silence; … Continue reading

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Once we were young and pretty

Once we were young and pretty, but now we’re old and what then rose high and proudly is now grey and dried, low and slow and life has become a struggle with our bodies failures. Although we have lost the … Continue reading

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What can I say? I still miss him

What can I say? I still miss him. The days passes – as in a dream, but I guess this is called “to live”. Muteness spreads in my body – even to my heart. What is, stays the same but … Continue reading

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Sunrises

there was once a time I was transported around like a bag – childhood times ending in left to loneliness new times, you flies over the world in a second, yet you never leave your room disclosing yourself to clouds … Continue reading

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Lost heart

I knew right, but I made it wrong. You knew wrong but made what was right, now you’re gone. You said “love” and you said “forever” but it was just words you spread around like lost leaves in a wind. … Continue reading

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April and silence

          That stranger’s face in my bathroom mirror? It looks oddly familiar? Oh yes – oh no…! It’s me! Those furrows from nose to mouth, deep as ditches – where did they come from? And for … Continue reading

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Ball and chain

          Do I believe he ever loved me? Well, I believe he thought he did! I think he still does, because you can’t turn off love like you turn off a water tap. But I think … Continue reading

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“At your own risk”

        And the doctor at the emergency ward said “you go home at your own risk”! But there’s nothing like “at your own risk” if you have dependents – because you don’t belong to yourself but to … Continue reading

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So it’s Monday

              So it’s Monday and you’re back in your deed. I’m still in bed, sleepy thinking how strange someone like you met someone like me. But then I leave bed to make my morning … Continue reading

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I think of my latest lover

                    The year 1971 I was 22, slim and cute and clever and lonely. Now I’m 67 and I’m not slim and cute, maybe clever, surely lonely. And I think of … Continue reading

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wake up to the same

in English below the Swedish text           och jag vaknar till detsamma, det är jag och det är samma liv som igår, varje morgon är likadan som den igår och förrgår, samma liv, samma kropp som … Continue reading

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Getting old

On the evening news – a feature about home care service and a short interview with an old gentleman in a wheelchair. He looked nice. Smiling – very likeable. He said he always look forward the visits from the staff … Continue reading

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Aging (Give me the beat…)

The drummer gives the beat and then the guitarist falls in and take the lead, the singer awaits his turn, smiling like an old fox – as he has been singing the song for decades and thousand times before… It’s … Continue reading

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Black and white and bleeding red

 (Short story about black and white, and bleeding red)     It’s snowing heavily, whitening my whole world, while I slowly walk my old and stiff joints to the bus stop. I shuffles clumsily through the slush, while I try … Continue reading

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