FAG ASH BUBBLEGUM DAYS (New verse )

Sometimes I wonder if,
You miss....
Those fag ash bubblegum
days, We used to kiss.

Happy days where you,
Didn't have time to blink.
Where little birds burst
Through, Milk bottle tops.
Just to get a drink.

Tea leafs we used to
strain for our tea....
When there were only
You and me.

Holding hands....
As we walked across
The shoeless sand.
Picking up the shell's,
Laying empty on the 
Shore....

Looking back, Don't
have to wish for more.
Anyone who looks at 
us ....
Would know our
love is just....
The greatest of 
them all.




Poetry by Alan J Ripley The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2022-10-06 at 02:17

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Uncle Meridian The PoetBay support member heart!
I'm charmed to joy by this poem, its ease, its prowess, its casual panache. Bravo!
2022-10-06


Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
I'm with 'arquious' on this... only nowadays I often take my tea in the form of ginger and curcumin herbal variety (to give my aging bones a break from caffeine!) That, however, should not allow the comment reader (or you, Alan) for one moment to think that the romantic nature of your poem has not been recognised and appreciated by my eyes and mind. Bravo.
Allen
2022-10-06


arquious The PoetBay support member heart!
We had strained tea leaf cups last night, mother in law off to MRI scan for the big 'C' this morning. Life can move ahead at a dizzying pace. Just like twirling dancers are told to focus on an immobile object to keep from hurling and keeling over, so is a good cup of tea.
2022-10-06