Developed or Eroded

Makes me think that ...

All these laughter and worry lines are facial crazy paving.
Should've kept my face straight, been complexion saving.
I’ve realised nervousness makes me compulsively yawn.
I am sure that was not the case on the day I was born.
I guard against being stabbed in the back as I get older.
My neck aches continually from looking over my shoulder.
I wear my hacking smokers cough, like a badge of honour.
I remember deep breath mornings, before I was a goner.
I used to intently listen to plans and management thesis.
Now I would rather bury my head in a large pile of faeces.
I laughed at childish humour, now I think you’re goading.
I used think “I am developing” now I know “I am eroding”.

Life and work bring learning and development for us all. Curiously though the more I learn the more I realise how little I know. Sometimes I wonder if what I am learning really is an improvement for me and those around me. Is it a development or an erosion of who I am?




Lorraine Ansell

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