My old friend tells me everything’s a bonus
after three score years and ten.
Do-gooders on the radio speaking
of the “elderly” as if we’re merely
walking frames stumbling into hospitals
as if years determine our state of mind
our physical fragility
but the whole universe of consciousness
bears down with a stark declaration
that there is an end to all this
breathing, this laughing, this sensory
carnival of the flesh –
a diamond shape hacked
out of the earth that has my name on it.
John Donaghy’s poetry has been published in The Derry Journal, Sarasvati magazine and in The Irish Times. He has been shortlisted for the Bridport Prize in 2015. His poems have won first place in the unpublished section of the Poetry Ireland Trocaire Competition in both 2018 and 2019.