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SONNET FOR ANNE

SONNET FOR ANNE

When young, I thought my life might leave
A history for those to come,
That my descendants could believe
This ancestor was number one

But now, as time and tide combine
To force this Canute from the strand
I see that all I've left behind
Are footprints fading in wet sand.

My life, I fear, no fairytale
No magic carpet to the stars.
No grief, no mourning, as I fail
Just fond farewell from favourite bar

But this I know, and this is true
My life was great, for I had you

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I guess I had a few glasses of the red wine on Friday night, bad for the blues , but , hey, how can grapes
harm you - all part of my five a day fruit and veg.
Anne is such a wonder to me, even after 41 years of marriage.

Love
Ian xx

PS Thanks for the kind words

TIME FLIES LIKE AN ARROW, BUT FRUIT FLIES LIKE A BANANA

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I shouldn't have eaten that vegetable - gave me a bad stomach. That's why I'm ...............................

Melon - colic. (and they get worse!). My granddaughter just rolls her eyes at her gran when I get started.

Seriously, at my age all my future's in the past, and I rake through the hired skip holding.

my life's events with morbid curiousity.

Hope you escaped the floods - I am concerned for your well-being

Love

Ian xx

TIME FLIES LIKE AN ARROW, BUT FRUIT FLIES LIKE A BANANA

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Shirl, my girl, thank you for the kind appraisal, I'm so glad you liked it. Anne is my wife of some 41 years and I'm starting to get used to her. My state of health is such that I know that sometime in the future she will look back on these writes and take comfort from the words written by the one who loved her.

Love

Ian XX

TIME FLIES LIKE AN ARROW, BUT FRUIT FLIES LIKE A BANANA

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Thank you for sharing this thoughtful poem...

I think that most of us, whatever our abilities with the Word, have at some time or another looked back on our lives and wondered what, if anything, we might be remembered for by our peers, by our childern and theirs... what is our legacy?

When the chips are down, it is the love we have shared: given and received from those we care most about, that is our most abiding legacy.

To the spouses, then, that some of us have been lucky enough to have shared a large part of our lives with...

A toast!

Psyve.

P.S. : I liked the reference to old King Canute's ineffective efforts on the strand. It brought back a memory from an English class from my school days some 45 years ago. :-)

Thanks for taking the time to comment, glad you liked it. As for women, I gave her half my food to get the other half cooked. She is one helluva wife and I love her without condition.
Canute should have waited till high tide and then ordere the sea to go back

Regards

Ian

TIME FLIES LIKE AN ARROW, BUT FRUIT FLIES LIKE A BANANA

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