Yours was the hand
That posted the chain
Of the St. Christopher
That never came
Lost in the post
Refunded in full
Merely money
That could never fulfil.
Love when first given
Since faded and died
Memory it lingers
Tears all dried
Thought often returns
Lost in the post
Could mean so much
Never be bought.
Years have fallen
Young soldiers at rest
Of loves bitter war
Which failed the test
The thoughts they twinkle
Like stars in the sky
An old man remembers
Through youths inner eye.
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nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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There is a great deal of sadness and nostalgia in this poem. I love the lines "An old man remembers through youth's inner eye". Nicely done Norman.
thanking you, much appreciated as always friend
You are very welcome Norman
A definite enjoyment to read dear friend 🙏🏻🕊️
thanks and appreciation friend
Most welcome my friend 🙏🏻🕊️
Doh! That patron saint of travellers is not helping us much. We wish to travel by bus! lol.
Thats what I thought lol
Oh, Norman...I wanted to go looking for it myself. Ridiculous after all those years, I know, but I still wanted you to have it. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thanks my friend, always much appreciated
Very emotive words Norman. When I married my wife in 1981 we gave each other a St Christopher which I still wear around my neck and always have done, when she passed in December 2019 she was still wearing hers and I now have it around my neck as well.
Andy
Thats a heart warming story my friend, thanks for read, much appreciated
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