Lost
When I look back down the line,Sometimes I remember things.
Long gone thought forgotten,
I kinder remember there's a kid.
Floating around within my id,
My mind my brain my chi.
Being dyslexic don't really know,
If I spelt that right you see.
Used to play a trumpet in the Sally Ann.
Quite conversant with a piano,
I was only a kid and not a man.
Could cut the top of melon,
With the stroke of just one hand.
In playing chess I must confess,
I was really quite the savant.
Remembering every significant piece,
On the chessboard, Wherever
they would land.
Same as in a competition I won
When I took a swing at golf. When
somebody put a nine iron in my hand.
Was really good at playing darts and crib,
Considered myself good at maths.
Not on paper but within my head,
Boy could I learn to fib.
But I never really considered it,
What use was telling lies.
Used to skip daily with a skipping rope.
Tried it the other day what the heck,
Didn't succeed nearly broke my neck.
Time passed on January to December,
Somewhere down the line.
All those things I clearly remember,
Are caged somewhere in my mind.
If I've been allowed to use my gifts,
Maybe I could have been a contender.
Now I'm old none the wiser.
A gift for writing rhymes,
Is all that I remember.
Why I started writing?
I've forgotten down the line.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2023-07-24 at 00:31
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