Goldfinch60

Fifty Years Ago, Blimey. Sonnet.

Just sitting in the quiet place thinking,

Just thinking of my life throughout the years,

Such a wonderful time which is shrinking,

But my future does not hold any fears.

 

Each thought I have brings me wonderful joy,

Such beautiful times brought to me each day,

Each day that I did so much so enjoy,

Showing me how to move in the right way.

 

I thought of the joy of music in life,

That brought such wonderful memories passed,

Which never ever brought me any strife,

But which moved by so very, very fast.

 

I think back to seventy five,

And think blimey that’s fifty years ago!

Have for all that time have I been alive,

And think of course, and I have more to go.