Feeling down
Growing up is like,Growing down.
The older one gets,
There's less around.
The older I get the more I see,
Many scurrying to and fro.
Blinkers on they don't see me,
Walking about nowhere to go.
It's lonely in my mind,
I battle with it all the time.
Looking back I see the trees,
Then I wonder do they see me.
We used to be six,
Now theirs only three.
Theirs two others left,
They don't see me.
In a crowded cafe,
Ordered soup an bread.
The chatter is idle,
Nothing is said.
I sat there slurping,
Soup of the day.
It tasted of a life,
That I'd thrown away.
A strange thing happened,
A girl staring, Smiling at me.
Feeling an unexpected warmth,
Me over seventy she around three.
Maybe there's still things,
In life that I'd like to see.
Just like that little girl,
That was smiling at me.
Getting up with vigour,
More pride in my step.
Think I'll always remember,
That little girl I just met.
Glancing back she gave a sigh,
Just before she grinned at me.
As she waved a goodbye,
A strange thing happened I started to smile.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2025-01-19 at 13:24
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