Isn’t life strange?
There we were at the hotel
Sitting in the restaurant
Eating our breakfast.
There were guests around us,
All booked in for a few days.
On the table next to us were a couple,
We got chatting,
Became quite friendly,
But then it happened.
He mentioned the city,
The city in which I was raised,
And then he mentioned an area,
An area in Gillingham,
It was called Poets Corner.
He lived there,
As did I,
We had both lived in the same road
About forty years in our past.
As we chatted
We both went to the same dance school.
We had never met until this time,
This time on the Isle of Wight.
It took us both back
To those memories of so long ago,
Where we had been brought up
So many years ago.
Isn’t life strange?
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This happened on our break on the Isle of Wight.
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Comments2
Yes, I met a chap in a pub. He is the landlord now. He remembered the time years ago, that I added water to his whisky, so he threw me out of the pub and barred me. Doh! lol.
I would do that as well Orchi, no water in my whisky!
Andy
Just try the tiniest few drops of distilled or spring water....
Not in my Laphroaig Dave.
Andy
No chance of changing the mind of an old geezer with fixed habits....😇!!!
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