All of this month it has been missing,
The game I love has not been played,
The croquet ball has remained still
And the mallet has been asleep.
But the time is coming,
The time when the lawns re-open
And once more the mallet will strike,
Strike the balls towards the hoops,
Bringing back the game that saved me,
Saved me from such sadness,
Such sadness when my wife passed,
Passed into heaven above.
So now it is coming back,
My life is now so good
And I can spend my time,
Playing croquet and loving,
Loving the new wonderful lady,
That wonderful lady in my life,
My later life in this world.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: October 29th, 2025 02:19
- Comment from author about the poem: The coquet lawns have been closed in October but ar opening again in November.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments3
Replace croquet with art and this could be about me - great write Andy.
So very true Michael, thank you.
Andy
A write about an activity that has been a respite from loss of companionship, that occupies the mind, keeps the body active and gives social contact. What more can a person ask. Well done Andy
Such very kind words soren, thank you.
Andy
Most welcome Andy
A fine write Gold. Some outdoor bowling club here closes October to about April. Well, can't see a thing in the dark evenings. Or could they play by floodlight?
I used to bowl Orchi and you can play the game indoors which I have done in the past.
Andy
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