Do You Ever Look Back on Those Days
Do you remember
way back ..
When you asked me
what you
might wear, and I said
with a grin ..
Maybe something
quite loose
like a dress, perhaps ..
Ha .. even
back then, I just knew
I should have
said something else ..
Still, I must
now confess my friend ..
Every now
and again, I do wonder
if you knew
what I had on my mind
back then ..
Hey and don’t you forget,
before I forget
that is ..
Did you really put a drop of
my all-time
favourite, by Je-Riviens
here and there ..
Or may that have just been
your own idea
in the first place, perhaps ..
But do it again,
just for old times’ sake ..
And wow,
come to think of it, how
did we ever,
manage to cram so much
into one day ..
Oh’ and likewise, do you
remember
those coffee’s we shared
in that old
Toby Inn off the A309 ..
Back then
I imagine, we could have
just talked
the entire night away ..
For now tho’
do you ever recall that
quaint little
restaurant, the one before
the lights,
on Old Station Road ..
Well maybe
not quaint, but surely
more quirky..
The one, where I bought you
your lunch that day
and while on the subject
do you ever
think back to my black
Alfa Romeo
and those cute leather
seats it had ..
Well I guess you may never
now know
what games sprang to mind
at the time tho’
I thought you imagined
them too ..
But that was a long time ago
and you are
now well and truly, forgiven ..
For jumping
to hasty conclusions and
listening to
the gossip and rantings
of an old
jealous woman, who once
lived on a
mountain and is no longer
with us ..
But still I wonder, do you
ever look back
on those days, and smile inwards ..
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Author:
Neville (
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Nope, I don't recall the A309, but I know a bit of the A310. You anywhere near it?! lol.
I'm a jealous old woman... lol.
I thought you was a guinea pig ............................................ 🙂
exemplary
'stream of consciousness'
Poetry!
thank you, dear Poet supreme
I am lost for words brother Mek .. this is one of those shall I, or shan't I scribbles .. N
ain't they the best
(well, when they work out...)
lol
A dip into memory never read more attractive -- your pen conjures lessons aplenty such as "never listen to rantings of jealousy - -
another peach of a read mon ami - -
Bless you Fay ............................................... x
Oh my, If I had listened to words of certain people I surely would not have such a colourful past to look back upon with a smile.
So it should be, so it should continue. Though I think most folk are more liberally minded today than when i was a young corruptable thing.
snap ...................................................... & I aint talking crocodiles neither DA 🙂
This is splendid Neville. I felt as if it were me reliving these "times of prime." It seemed like you were so ready to take the next step, but unfortunately the one you're addressing doesn't seem to feel the same. Wonderful anyways.
cheers Rocky .......................... 🙂
Supremo - yus I do look back lest I forget where I'm gong. Fine words Neville.
thank you most kindly Michael & truly too sir .. Neville
"Do you ever look back," is somewhat rhetorical. We all look back and what we remember are those we met along the way. How we remember is altered by the experience. Whether, pleasant or grotesque.
Looking back can be a great source of poetry, especially if well done, like here in your poem. I doubt if anyone started reading and didn't get to the final line. A most interesting recollection. - Phil A.
I am well n truly honoured Phil .. thank you sir ......................... Neville
Can't help but wonder if a room was rented back then to create more memories. 😜
wot on £4.50 per week .. nah .. not then AP .................... 🙂
Those memories of passed loves can be so powerful Neville. Good words.
Andy
Some of them can, certainly ... thank you Andy .. Neville
I loved reading this! I truly felt the meaning of your words so thank you
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