Leisurely Scribbles II

I would love a big get together.
But no just a room.
However I am going to London zoo next week.

 

Well this soon died?

 

here I am with my feather duster - dusting the chairs and the air in between - I found a dead girlfriend the other day it goes something like this?:

Sweet Sixteen

He met her when she was sweet; only sixteen
well they must have rubbed shoulders on days in between?
But the arrangements were formal; that is what I mean
Can’t remember those early hurried practised wild scenes

If he could have predicted, foretold her sad end
would he have made changes ; efforts to mend?
or would they have drifted apart as time kills
still gone separate ways climbing other souls hills?

There were moments in there where they could have broke through?
but the dice had been thrown and therein lays the clue
She was the risk taker perhaps in it for fun?
Whilst he was confused and hormonally glum?

Can’t recall how it finished?
Time can play silly tricks
They met once more briefly
But sliding doors had got fixed!

He got one final glance before decades came all?
A newspaper cutting thrown down to enthral?
She’d aged half a decade but smiled back dressed in white
A title of ‘Rose Queen’ bestowed over night?

Fast forward three scores years or more?
And the new age like ‘potions’ opened many new doors
she had lain there at peace for two decades or so?
and now her story unfolded he wished he’d not known?

© fitzgarabaldi 2022

 

beautiful song sung by many JC EC UB40 JB Tony Childs must listen to them all soon - this is a wailer and you might be able to apply it to your own life perhaps?

 

Oh you raised your thread. X