Young, now old; Near, now far,
I still remember Roger Starr.
Close companion of my school day youth
Whose friendship gave love its hidden truth,
Until that oh-so-painful day
When parents chose to move away.
Young, now old; Near, now far,
I think, with thanks, of Roger Starr.
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Sun 28th May 2023 07:15
Thanks MC.
During at least a decade of my early youth, for unavoidable reasons I lost contact with all my school friends and most of my family relatives.
I sometimes feel that I'm in a kind of mourning for them, yet I'm grateful for what I do have.
Thanks Grace. However, this was a personal tribute to a school pal who suddenly came back to mind. I realised in retrospect
that he provided comradeship that was a form of love. A gift
that deserved acknowledgement across the many decades since.
Grace Meadows
Sat 27th May 2023 14:53
Neat poem M.C. but I'll have to it the Google trail to familiarise myself with R.S.-thank you!
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M.C. Newberry
Sun 28th May 2023 12:14
Thanks for the comments....and the likes! I remain grateful for
being young when "rites of passage" were allowed without
today's navel-gazing and parental guilt corrosion.