When I was young I saw many things
As boys do their eyes ever agog
When they played in the fields, woods and streams
For this old man it now fills my dreams
I drift to sleep in my lonely bed
Won't be long before I too am dead
Now my dreams are filled with my full past
Living through wars with identity cards
Hearing the drone of planes overhead
Going on bus for a penny each time
Never complaining about food I ate
Always swinging on our garden gate
When a teen, sports and girls filled my mind
'Til the right one crossed my path one day
Just started work and was free as a bird
Being with her best thing in the world
Greatest find after a few years search
Within a year we married in church
Now here I am and dreaming again
An old man now left all by himself
Seeing loving family such a prize
Sat in my armchair quite satisfied
Who could ever want more than this
Except from you my love; one last kiss
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It seems that something is caught in my eye, Robin.
ReplyDeleteWhat a great picture you found for this one!
ReplyDeleteBeing of similar vintage, I too enjoy reflecting and reminiscing on my long, full life, and counting past and present blessings.
I so well understand this poem. I am many years a widow, and still I long for the voice of my husband, the strong shoulder to lean on, and I, too, long for one last kiss.
ReplyDeleteThis is so poignant! The longing here is palpable 💝
ReplyDeleteThis is precious, Robin. Your early and married life has been one to write volumes about. Thank you for sharing so well here.
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Aw...that last line...the feels
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