Before & After Memories Is Celluloid - Poem by Mark Heathcote
Starting with every childish caper
One day sat back in a rocking chair
Skin & bones like crinkled crepe paper
We'll remember our lives lot, its share.
Changing like caterpillars amorphous
Catching toads and newts, those black tadpoles.
From red, white and gold carousel horses
Attached to, their shiny brass poles.
From blowing bubbles on holidays,
From climbing trees to that first true kiss,
We'll remember all our friends, our protégés
Those dreamy days' spent in lost remiss.
Hauntingly they'll come flooding back.
As the rocker leans back and forwards
Doesn't matter you're amnesiac
It's been a good day there are no mourners
Sure seesaws have a pivotal point
After memories is celluloid
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