Tuesday, 10 February 2015
Youthdew
This time it was perfume
A drift of a scent
A memory evoked
A heartbeat skipped
I thought of you
As you were
As I glimpsed I saw
An old man turn
A stranger of course
My own Dad
Long gone, long mourned
Still missed
But you've been luckier
A new generation
Has been born
You have watched as they thrive
Their smiles warm
Your ever shrinking life
Your life now is in the moment
And that's enough
It has to be
Memories- no one can take them
You told me recently
I smile and wish that was true
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