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