Long in the tooth

My tooth is sore - perhaps I am getting a little long in the tooth. Or perhaps I am chewing too much fat or maybe I bit in to a bad apple while distracted by the apple of my eye - or was it the pie in the sky? They say pigs may fly. I wonder if they do so with flying colours? And, do they go as the crow flies? I guess the sky, after all, is the limit, at the end of the day.

Ideas often start as dreams, but cliches often start as poetry.

I digress. I do have a sore tooth. For want of somewhere to start, I thought I'd start with what was most on my mind. Having a sore tooth while on the other side of the world is a little scary, especially when only earning $11 an hour!

I think it is my past coming back to bite me, quite literally. (There we go - another cliche!) If thirteen years ago, I hadn't been jumping on a tramp-a-line after drinking too much cheap wine, with about five other people, I would not have fallen and knocked out my tooth, so therefore I would not have a dodge capped tooth jammed into a nerve right now. But, if I hadn't been jumping on a tramp-a-line I would have been doing something else. They say everything goes in cycles. I feel I am starting the cycle of re-visiting my youth, or is my youth re-visiting me?