About me
SAGE HOWLS
Within these words a human lies, someone who's travelled far,
From the USA to Dusseldorf, by railway, plane and car.
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And when he comes back to his room, after he's been away.
He's not that fit for anything, so he lays in bed all day.
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So don't expect too much of him, when knocking on his door,
His brains a little aged now, he can't take it anymore.
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Written when I was 29 - My first attempt to understand depression
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As you have no doubt realised my real name is not Sage Howls
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Let's do the easy part first. I am a Howells.
According to people who say they know, this makes me an illegitimate son of a North Welsh king. Yes many people have confirmed that to me over the years. Usually in a more pithy way.
As for Sage, well that's not because of my wisdom.
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Yes I went to University, did Civil Engineering for three years, did one year of it in real life and ran to the Marketing hills.
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Sage is the grumpy old owl in the Herbs, a 70's children's programme.
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Many say I am growing into that persona. I beg to differ.