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I found out my old school friend who I had known since I was 5 years old suddenly passed away. He used to love to read biographies, and as I was thinking how sad it was that he never got to write his own autobiography, I realised that we are all in a way just like a living book. We've been lent to earth while waiting to be returned to the akashic library in the sky. 

This one's for you Gary (R.I.P)

You were the book I borrowed

For today- Gone tomorrow

Turns my thoughts just like pages

To far earlier stages

From nursery each day

To our first Christmas play

Then the high school chapters

As the years rolled on faster

Next thing we're online

Looking back on good times

That old pic from the bus, still holds  laughter from us

And memories like these

Forever I keep



◄ Frozen Time

Resonance ►


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M.C. Newberry

Thu 10th Mar 2022 15:40

We live on in other people's memories. And "Gary" now has
the added tribute shown here. Lucky man.

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Ruth O'Reilly

Thu 10th Mar 2022 11:20

Big Thank you to every one who read and liked my poem 😊

Nigel How have you been? That line about the bus to heaven is beautiful 👌❤

John Thanks so much for your comment and I look forward to putting together your audio autobiography! 😀📻

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Nigel Astell

Thu 10th Mar 2022 01:20

Each memory holding so close
both sharing years gone past
on that bus to heaven.

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John Botterill

Wed 9th Mar 2022 13:22

Lovely analogy, Ruth, sad but true. All time is lent!

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