"And Relax"

I've been to the hospital
Nails clipped.
Inspection done.
New footwear presented.
Now what to do
On my day pff?
Choice. Panic.
Unsure. Insecure.
Take a pew.
Not literally
I' sat on a bench
Outside the church.
In Beckenham, no less.
Who says I can't do posh?
Shaded under trees
Cooled by a slight breeze
As the mid-summer sunshine
Breaks through the clouds
And gaps in the leaves.
I'm sat here on
A worn wooden bench
Presented by the
Ancient Order of Foresters
To honour their landmark
One and a half centuries
Of existence in
Nineteen Eighty Four
An Orwellian future
Which never really materialised
Expect in the heads of those
Even more paranoid than me.
I wish I had a time machine
To go back and put
My life to rights.
To go back then to my teens
When I last wrote some poetry
Until now.
Perhaps this is what is meant
By your life going full circle?
Maybe there is somebody
Who can provide the answer
But I am currently surrounded
By fading headstones
Lives long past
Not missed but forgotten.
I am not dead yet
But I can releate to that
Sat on 'my' bench.
Lonely? Yes.
Sad? Naturally.
Solitude....
I could get used to this.

Dulwich Poet 10th July 2013

(It's a nice sunny day, I am off work, and have nothing planned, having had an out-patients appointment at Lewisham Hospital. I jumped on a bus, and got off in Beckenham. And sat in the churchyard in the town centre, next to the parish church. This poem was what came out of my head when I got my notebook out, enjoying the peaceful moment)