Poem: When the World Is Running Down, You Make the Best of What's Still Around

It’s funny how we change – almost imperceptibly. We don’t see it in ourselves, we have to at least pull over. Stop to look. And listen. And feel.

20 years ago or so I was driving to Wellington with one of my mates and one of his friends and the three of us were going to set up a flat together.

It never happened. And just as well. He and I are friends stil…