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Old man walking down the street alone
a bit of a limp from unhealed bone
eyes turned inward from memories
from back when he was a rolling stone

Coat closed tight against the winter breeze
as water in the gutters starts to freeze
he's thinking of a summer long ago
and how she used to flirt and tease

How her laughter floated when the winds would blow
she'd slap his hand with a smile and a no
he wears a small smile as he walks on past
recalling how she'd fill him witha a warm glow

His limp disappears and his stride turns fast
with memories of a love and a life now passed
of days he thought would always last
when he knew that he'd found true love at last

All the joy and the times that he used to share
their two strapping sons raised with love and care
all the times she stayed when the times were grim
the sun on her skin that made him stare

He still sees her eyes looking back at him
and how he always was mesmerized by them
they never did view him with disdain
after he grew heavy she saw him slim

But reality returns with the cold hard rain
and the mournful whistle of the evening train
as his limp and age manifest again
her passing has left a much worse pain

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And she is lost but always remembered in the memories. Lovely story last week on BBC radio 4probably available on radio 4 I player via the Internet title "A story to be told" about a parallel theme
I really like your work

hope this is not you. I know how much you've to Suzan. But this is touching anyway. I found some lines long but think this is intended to give the melancholic feel


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Just tried to imagine a walk without her waiting for me back home. I'm pleased you liked this...........stan

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Thank God this is write of fiction for me. I don't know how I could live let alone write without her...............stan

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to read and advise
in the meantime
read my one
82 lies


A beautifully poignant write, I am glad I went back through your poems and found it, Susan must be a very special woman and I can see with great clarity your love for her in your words


Love JC x

“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.” — W.B. Yeats

Thank you. As to Susan being special.......she puts up with me and that's saying quite a bit lol.............stan

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Smile we all have to put up with our partners to some degree lol Snake should be a saint for looking after me, we have been through a lot in the last few years and hes always stood right there beside me, we dont argue so thats a plus lol I hate arguing

JC x

“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.” — W.B. Yeats

when he knew that he'd found true love at last
Only here did the meter trip me.
"when knew he'd found true love at last"... ?

It's almost fun to think we two love our wives so.

W. H. Snow

A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds. Percy Bysshe Shelley

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The vulnerability of those who love is the main argument against it. But the joy is worth the possible pain. I first covered this subject in "Coward's Love"....................stan

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A place we never want to walk, a love that holds us strong even as we are left behind, yet I am so glad this is fiction.
Your ability to write of these themes is really good..
Now back to reality and know there is a love that physically touches you, Yours Ian.T

There are a million reasons to believe in yourself,
So find more reasons to believe in others..

I used to wonder why so many older people live in the past. I expect for those who've lost their mates the past is much more pleasant than the present......................stan

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Nowadays I don't go out that much to socialize, so the friends I had were dear to me, someone to talk to about engineering and the friends at work etc:
Now I go out to shop for food ( Hunter gatherer more like gatherer )
So as you become older and the friends depart, the old days will always seem better.
As you wander through the woods and near the streams that you knew and it becomes harder of course the old days are going to seem better. This is the main thing about being old!!
Today is great though, I think it is attitude to the things around, and your own abilities that dictate how you feel about yesterday, I have a mobile phone that is pay as you go, I think I put £10-00 on it last year and there is plenty left, the computers wonderful machines, I can write what I want and change things to suit without typex, also talk to my children in Australia for nothing, and order life's things without walking through miles of shops, it's great, I only wish that they would use modern technology to enhance the worlds state of living and not for Greed.
It came on the NEWS this morning that a Russian has just become the richest guy in the UK at 13. something Billion pounds, I remember the walls falling down and for a communist state to produce so many millionaires, I always think on how many lives they sacrificed to achieve that instead of plain work, it is so wrong..
But that's me an old fuddy duddy made bitter sometimes with age, and there was me thinking things mellowed with age lol..
Take care out there Stan and you have a lovely life, enjoy every moment,
Yours Ian.T

There are a million reasons to believe in yourself,
So find more reasons to believe in others..

we all shudder at the inevitable

some day will come
when one will essentially miss another
One but till then remain positive
why depressions breed
ahead of its need

one day we have to cry alongside
as we then alone
walk beside …

till then smile all your remaining while
live in style though knock-kneed still,
walk with a tight grip
we all know which is about to fail,
let the coming dawns not sound as frail
as we wont to

so abide with the hour
enjoy a combined shower
then when you leave or are left alone
don't bemoan
we walked on so many lawns
so many dawns

the sunset will not be far
but will come someday whatever.

Hope I have inspired
the light of life…
walk with her along her
she is still your wife
remember that sadness causes undue depression
to both…
ignore that what you can't cure…
help in useful suppression
while you read this session


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