‘When you stop to consider
The days spent dreaming of a future
And say then, that was my life.’
For the days are long
From the first milk van
To the last shout in the night,
An eternity. But the weeks go by
Like birds; and the years,the years
Fly past anti-clockwise
Like clock hands in a bar-mirror.
Derek Mahon (b.1941)
Derek Mahon is an Irish poet and I was struck by the beauty and truthfulness of this poem many years back.