Wednesday, 9 April 2025

The Birthday Book

 It happens, as along life’s path we roam

Like now in springtime sunshine all alone,

We let our stressed mind wander on its own

Bringing into focus folks we’ve known.

 

I’ve kept a birthday book which I flip through

Autographed by friends; perhaps by you?

Today, I found a name long lost in mist

Someone I once knew and fondly kissed.

 

The years have rolled on by, he’s eighty-two

If he’s still alive (but I’ve no clue!)

And suddenly my Memory Bank releases

An album, jumbled up, in bits and pieces…

 

I’m stopped in my tracks; it all comes back

Deep conversations – all was white or black

How life seemed so simple - we were young

Long sunny days; careers not yet begun …

 

Life’s telescope now held the other way

Means images grow faint then fade to grey

For a moment through a crack, I saw my past;

How memories recalled long shadows cast …


(c) Poet in the woods 2025



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