Hi,
Let me tell you a story.
Personal story
On a crazy whim
We decided to get
married
It was over 20
years ago
And we had few
friends
We tied the knot
In a field
Amongst the long
grasses
With the soft rain
And shifting
images of smiles and beauty
Whether it actually
happened that way
Is no longer
important
As I am unable to
distinguish memory
From fact
But that’s how I
like to
Remember it.
She’s gone now
And I’m on my way
out
And whether anyone
Remembers our
story
Or cares enough to
find out the truth
Is not up to me
As my days are
fading
With the best
behind me.
I suspect
Our beautiful
And dramatic tale
Will soon
disappear
Lost to that great
removalist,
Time
As others continue
on their own way.
Only the self
In the Now
Seems to matter.
21.1.20
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Having worked in Aged Care, and getting older myself, memory is an intangible thing. Completely unreliable and left to interpretation. I often think that the best part of our lives are through Nostalgia and not really lived.
What are your thoughts?
Have a good week.
Something different next time. Some crazy satire on the way.
My dear friend, yes you're old/older, as am I. But you're not dead yet, nor am I. Many things have started to feel better in my 50s (though that won't last). But as you wrote, all we have is this moment.
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It is scary getting older isn't it. But we're still going, as you say, not dead yet. Thank you Robyn. xo
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