On my morning rambles to the shops
I like to contemplate
Today it was on the ad hoc nature
And the randomness of fate
None of us know the time or means
By which we will leave this Earth
Just as in the way we had no control
Over the events around our birth
So I could meet my maker
Sound asleep in my bed
Or
Like Aeschyclus
When an Eagle
Dropped a Tortoise
On his head…
Harry Lupino
Photo Nick Victor
Photo Nick Victor