Glory Days
These pictures look quite dated now,
Like all those old films that we see.
That’s you, returning on the bus,
And, picking up the kids, it’s me.
Back in the glory days of peace,
We lived together hand in glove.
Our future seemed mapped out in stone,
The present sparkled with our love.
Now that seems like another world;
Your letters from afar arrive,
While friends, by means of sleight of hand,
Pretend that I am still alive.
Stephen Gospage
Sat 8th Apr 2023 09:03
Many thanks, Keith.