Today
Today I met myself again
After being gone so long
A great reduction in my pain
The agony it was gone
Benson’s walk was going slow
But at 7am, what can you expect
Then I helped a garden grow
Biggus Weedus was now wrecked
Sitting out there in the sun
Nearest and dearest by my side
Memories flood back to good days
Nothing has changed, she is my pride
Sitttng down in the sun
Ale can open, guitar in hand
Long forgotten songs to find
Some are there, others not
To tighten the ties that bind
That's lovely. Pass me a beer and play me a tune
Sounds like the perfect afternoon to me, I can almost feel the sun on my face and hear the insects buzzing around. Nice work.
As always a great poem. Colvin, your reply to Alison was a strong statement. Are you accepting the good day as a "gift" or trying think of what you did differently to have such a wonderful day?
Good to focus on the better moments, past and present. Thank you.
Simply lovely, thank you