A couple of days ago I invited contributions to complete this poem. I guess is was an experiment really to see if several different poets could find the same emotions to make sense in a joint effort. I am delighted to say that Michaelnjohns did just that, and he finished my poem better than I could have done myself. Thanks michael
THERE WAS A TIME…
There was a time which was Much better lived than told There was a time we were much younger then And growing up held more sway than growing old Then one day all that growing was done And the long slide down that Imaginary hill had begun…
I’ve slid, lost my hat, what’s worse, I’ve gotten fat, But if, at the end of it all, I could choose,
I’d say it’s been a good slide; I’d go again-
Through every bump and cut and bruise.
And I still reminisce now, of life back then