Fishtales
by Ian Curtress
Can it be that
long, those happy birds nests. Magic
times forever past
Lifetime cameos written in memory. Time
not a factor they will last
Golden interludes, helping Grandsons
tangled line
Fumbling fingers unsuccessful . Blind
leading blind
Wry expressions, smirks in order. Sudden
giggles not amiss
Until a hook in the finger. What it is to
reminisce
Episodes I thought timeless, now I must
face the fact
Mind still active as before.Body no
longer can react
But the joy is still with me. Life has a
way to reimburse
We still enjoy those cameos. Just the
players roles reversed |
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