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It’s been eighteen months
since last I kicked a football;
now my aches have aches.
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by Scooj
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It’s been eighteen months
since last I kicked a football;
now my aches have aches.
.
by Scooj
Such sacrifices
made in pursuit of wisdom;
I’d rather have hair.
by Scooj
Once, I knew you well.
Thick as thieves, friends forever.
Old now. Friends no more.
by Scooj
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I have reached the age
where there are fewer Christmas
cards sent or received.
.
by Scooj
Those I thought were young
are no longer so; in turn
they see an old man.
by Scooj
In far away fields
I left the boy behind but
now I want him back.
by Scooj
I thought I’d try something a bit different, inspired by some lovely poetry I read here. This is the first poem I have written since school (other than Haiku). Be gentle.
Cousins
So different were we,
I from London and you from Leeds.
I remember one time
when we went out walking,
you pointed up to the sky and cried
‘eh up, there’s kite’
I didn’t know what you had said at first.
We are not so different now
you and I,
our age has smoothed out our differences
our age has brought us closer
it is our age that now defines us.
by Scooj
Where did it all go?
Youth, enthusiasm and
immortality.
by Scooj