Embrace Your Body To Pass Through The Age Of Anxiety, by Danny Kemp (with due regard to WH Auden)

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One doesn’t have to dress for dinner,
But if dining with strangers it’s probably better so to do!

One doesn’t have to be dressed to commit murder,
But if it’s a chilly night then be prepared to catch the flu!

One doesn’t have to be dressed to travel on the underground,
There are plenty down there already with a questionable background!

One doesn’t have to dress to play tennis,
The bits that wobble could be an advantage! Your opponent may be reminded of a brothel!

One need not be dressed at one’s own funeral,
Just employ a good mortician and leave a note saying your clothes were stolen!

Think of it this way; one is naked when leaving the womb, so why not be naked when about to enter a tomb?

Remember this, we are now in………..The Age Of Anxiety?

© 2015, Danny Kemp. All rights reserved.

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About Danny Kemp

I was at work one sunny November day in 2006, stopped at a red traffic light when a van, driven incompetently, smashed into me. I was taken to St Thomas' Hospital and kept in for a while, but it was not only the physical injuries that I suffered from; it was also mental ones. I had lost confidence in myself let alone those around me. The experts said that I had post-traumatic stress disorder, which I thought only the military or emergency personnel suffered from. On good days, I attempted to go to work, sometimes I even made it through Blackwell Tunnel only to hear, or see, something that made me jump out of my skin and that's when the anxiety attacks would start. I told my wife that I was okay and going regularly, but I wasn't. I could not cope with life and thought about ending it. Somehow or other with the help of my wife and medical professionals, I managed to survive and ever so slowly rebuild my self-esteem. It took almost four years to fully recover, but it was during those dark depressive days that I began to write. My very first story, Look Both Ways, Then Look Behind, found a literary agent but not a publisher. He told me that I had a talent, raw, but nevertheless, it was there. His advice was to write another story and that I'm delighted to say, I did. The success of that debut novel, The Desolate Garden, was down to sheer hard work, luck, and of course, meeting a film producer.
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