Photographs and Memories

poem by: Christopher Russon
Written on Aug 01, 2016 

His working days are over now
And time is on his hands
He moves a little slower
Yet he can walk and still he stands.

When he looks at all those photographs;
He was young for all to see
Never thought he would grow this old
He's not like he used to be.

Looking at those good old days
With stories to unfold
Some were quite amazing
Others best untold.

Then age, it has its beauty
No reason to lament
From the days of wild and crazy
To a respected city gent.

 

Tags: happy, humor, rhyme, encouraging,

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Cecilia Crasto commented:
Fantastic and oh so true, love it.
Christopher Russon commented:
Thank you Cecilia. Met a friend from 45 years ago We had long hair and a bit wild My mate still looks good for his age.
Christopher Russon commented:
I forgot to say our hair is somewhat shorter.
Q. Ramirez commented:
This is a great poem. You have just described life to a tee, at least how I feel. Thanks for posting this poem.
Christopher Russon commented:
Thank you for your comment good times back in the day.but we all mellow. And even out kids today may be a little wild but will mellow in time.it's part of the journey of life.
Edward shields commented:
Good rhyme
S Black commented:
Great poem about old age. Very thought provoking
Martyn Grindrod commented:
Loved your poem Christopher especially the final verse .
Frank Hornby . commented:
Great poem Chris...us over 65s will identify with every word ......brilliant!..
Christopher Russon commented:
Thank you all for your comments.

 

 

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