remembering the past


GOOD OLD TIMES

Sometimes I go to the beach,
Listen to the seagulls screech.
To watch the sea breath in and out,
To watch the children gadabout'

Used to see Bobby's pound the beat
While sitting on a seat,
Or go to the local butchers,
To get sawdust on our feet.

Miss the tupenny ride to Cinema,
To shops for a penny bar of nougar.
Then six pennith of chips for supper,
To sit an drink my night time cuppa.

To look back at the hand I was dealt,
Love all around was forever felt,
sometimes I go to the beach,
To watch the sea breath in and out.





Poetry by Alan J Ripley The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2021-09-18 at 01:06

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Uncle Meridian The PoetBay support member heart!
You paint the scenes wonderfully, sir.
2021-09-18