Who will look at my photographs,
When my time on this earth is gone?
Who will shine my cups and medals,
When my final sun has shone?
A journey to the council tip,
Will neatly dispose of my stuff.
Records of the money I earned,
Which was never quite enough…
Life, flattened like a sandcastle,
Washed away by the incoming tide.
Some will have memories, but they will fade
In the nothing that is left behind.
A sad reflective piece reminiscent of many of us! Written with great style (of course)😉🌈
Thanks Stephen for your comment. I plumbed new depths of misery with this one 😣 😊
Thanks for the likes Holden, Julie and Frederick
'Flattened like a sandcastle' is a haunting image, John. I loved the rhythm and rhyme.
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John Botterill
Mon 15th Aug 2022 21:50
Thanks so much for your lovely comment. It means a lot, Stephen 😀 I was inspired, if that's the right word, by getting rid of some of mum's junk. She is still with us, thankfully!