Who, when, where?

What a time we had,
Too bad I can’t remember it.
That time in Sorrento, remember?
No, when was that?
Only a few years ago, we’ve been twice,
Have we? I don’t remember at all,
That trip on the river Dart, how we laughed,
Did we, What about?
And the time you sang on that boat trip,
What boat, what trip and what did I sing?
Your favourite song by Donavan,
No, I don’t think that could have been me,
I’m shown a photograph of a face I once knew,
But who?
Please don’t keep asking me to remember,
It hurts knowing my mind is going,
Memories that last forever have gone,
And I’m going the same way,
I’m sorry I disappoint you that I’m not able to remember,
So please, no more, no more,
I can’t remember.





Poetry by Mick Bean
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Written on 2022-05-12 at 15:10

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"It hurts to know my mind is going." Indeed, memories that are meant to have last forever have been found out to be slipping and fading. Perhaps writing down what remains may somehow abide. Like that movie, The Notebook... What movie? What notebook? This speaks so much to what majority of us face and are facing. Thanks for sharing.
2022-05-13


Alan J Ripley The PoetBay support member heart!
Hi Mick you don't write often yet I find your poem so impactful
Thanks for sharing. Regards Alan.
2022-05-12


KYREUS of Sweden The PoetBay support member heart!
Beautiful SORRENTO,
on the Amalfi coast - amazing
2022-05-12