Pushing Eighty Poem by Adrian Flett

Those other places teem,
echo shouts of anguish and joy.
Our long gone days seem
so close now yet so far away.
So when is a good day to go,
Or is it a good day to stay?

Memories echo back resound
down passages bounce off walls,
back to me they rebound
of long gone days, I recall it all.
Why walk when you can run
As we did in nineteen seventy one?

Still now, silent rooms greet
faint calls, in times' halls
of needs, I could meet
then, now not at all.
It's a bridge too far now, time to lean
On a firm stick in twenty sixteen.

A free mind goes on its way
to pursue a new path.
Sun sets on yet another day.
I'll bask in its quiet aftermath.
When is a good time to go
And how will we know?

All those dissipated times
Left me stranded in a queue,
A corridor in memory's lines
As now I recall, form a view.
All about me I see
Those so important to me.