Young, now old;  Near, now far,

I still remember Roger Starr.

Close companion of my school day youth

Whose friendship gave love its hidden truth,

Until that oh-so-painful day

When parents chose to move away.

Young, now old;  Near, now far,

I think, with thanks, of Roger Starr.



FOR MY SISTER EVE: 5/7/1933-27/5/2023 ►


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M.C. Newberry

Sun 28th May 2023 12:14

Thanks for the comments....and the likes! I remain grateful for
being young when "rites of passage" were allowed without
today's navel-gazing and parental guilt corrosion.

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Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh

Sun 28th May 2023 07:15

Thanks MC.
During at least a decade of my early youth, for unavoidable reasons I lost contact with all my school friends and most of my family relatives.
I sometimes feel that I'm in a kind of mourning for them, yet I'm grateful for what I do have.

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Kevin Tan

Sat 27th May 2023 22:10

Yeah, have had similar experiences. Went into therapy for it. Now it's okay. Thanks for the wonderful poetic experience.

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M.C. Newberry

Sat 27th May 2023 18:38

Thanks Grace. However, this was a personal tribute to a school pal who suddenly came back to mind. I realised in retrospect
that he provided comradeship that was a form of love. A gift
that deserved acknowledgement across the many decades since.

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Grace Meadows

Sat 27th May 2023 14:53

Neat poem M.C. but I'll have to it the Google trail to familiarise myself with R.S.-thank you!

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