Many-hued pubs bid me welcome Poem, by Amy Michelle Mosier, at My poetic side

Many-hued pubs bid me welcome

As would friends on the street

And so does Cromwell Bridge

Where long ago we first met.

I see the fields where we played

And plucked up the kerry violets.

I gaze out over the dark bay

Reflecting our lives as glass.

Memories live but a season

And like a photograph

And erelong, I will be as one

Fading - crumbling fast.

When you are old and banjaxed

Will you still remember

And find there my countenance

Among the leas of Kenmare?

Comments +

Soman Ragavan January 11th, 2024 20:55
Contemplating the end days... The changes brought on by ageing... Soman Ragavan. 12 January, 2024.
Thomas W Case January 11th, 2024 22:51
Brilliant.

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