Time moves on
People change while
Opinions fray
What we were
What we had
No more
Can’t be what we want
You say different
I think different
Interests and ideals
Don’t stay the same
They can’t
Friends… Not friend
Simple lives
No complications
No more, no less
A friendly handshake
And memories of what was
It is what it is
Nothing to lose
Nothing to gain
No shame
Just ‘See you later’
And ‘All the best’
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In Remembrance…
The day was cold and wet
When mourners gathered that day
To pay their respects
A hole in the ground
Prepared to receive its host
Dimensions Precise
A sombre moment
Casket; polished wood and brass
Slips through bearers hands
While words recited
Remind of good times gone by
And hymns sung in praise
It’s time to move on
Sadness fades but not today
Eat, drink, be thankful
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All his life he’s watched the clock
A count down to the end of days
Obsessed by his own mortality
When a normal life was to be had
As a child he grew up with dread in mind
A war not real but no less threatening
Thoughts of rockets and poisoned clouds
Of living through a slow irradiated death
As a teen, his first message delivered
He felt the reaper watching
Told on a bus ride home
That a fellow teen had fallen
Followed by a neighbour
A Grandparent
All in quick succession
Death was real
Now he lives a wasted life
Still looking over his shoulder
His troubled heart blackened
Shrivelled by doubt and fear
And lingering in the shadows
In the corner of his eye
There but not quite in sight
Death in all his glory!
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Really life distractions
Don’t arf get in the way
Just leave me in the corner
I’ll be happy to write all day
Of bad dreams and faeire tales
Of knights in shining armour
Of witches and their warlocks
Stirring up all kinds of drama
Leave me under my staircase
With paper and pen in hand
I’ll right you a wonderful story
Of many a far away land
When I’m done, I’ll go to my bed
With a pillow of cloudy white
And dream of another fantasy
For you; it would be a delight
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T’is the month of harvest and bounty
When the weather starts getting blustery
And the nights draw in austerely
While children prepare excitedly
For spooky times so dastardly
And a night of scares and tomfoolery
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