Feelign a tad more hallmark tonight.

Would I forget, though sands of time

through fingers slipped and whipped away

to who knows where and far and wide

and long forgot they lie?


And might those moments held so dear

evaporate like summer showers

and grey clouds form that block the light

that on my face most radiant falls?


And might I wonder, in my winter,

eyes grown dim and body frail,

those moments shared so long ago,

that may be mine to recollect?


Will I forget, this life, this love

this every morning by your side,

and will I wonder to the darkness

and there without close my eyes?







Author: Michael

Husband, dad,(ex)programmer, comic collector and proud Yorkshireman. I have no idea why im here or why im writing but i rather enjoy it. no great fan of punctuation;

5 thoughts on “No”

  1. You’ve been rocking these poems more and more emotional every time I come back here. You’d lead me to doubt everything is a 0K out there. I’m just taking this all too serious lately.

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