Of all the hearts in all the towns
You walked into mine
"We'll always have yesterday"
As you leave me behind
I'm watching as you disappear
Out the dark back door
You wave and say "here's to you kid"
I cannot ask for more
I'm turning round to face the front
Since I can't follow you
Your younger self in front of me
The old one fades from view
I think that you would like it that
I'll sometimes stop and pause
To see you young and strong again
Holding my hand in yours
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Author:
Lorna (
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- Comment from author about the poem: My horseman and Alzheimer's............... we must have watched Casablanca 1000 times together..............
- Category: Love
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Ah yes, Casablanca, the producer of some of the most famous lines in history. I love that movie. Humphrey Bogart is the man.
I think this may be the start of a beautiful friendship Lorna.
Persistence is key
Thanks forever! Every time I watch there is something new to see - down to the details on her paisley blouse.............
My rough tough manly man used to choke up over this movie.......well, we both did. Thanks Kat!
Nice one!
Lorna, this poem is beautiful! I had to read it a few times, and each time it grew on me.
Nice comment Fred - it's hard to know how ok one's own poems are......
Such a touching pathos to these brave words dear Lorna - -love never falters though dark creeps through doors - keep holding that younger hand close and hearing those old Casablanca words.Thank you so much for sharing what is a blessed memory of that movie's effect and now in my favourites.
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