Charles M Moore

Rookie - 208 Points (1953 june / Glasgow Scotland.)

Memoirs Of Another Time - Poem by Charles M Moore

I scribbled the details
on every page
recalling the things we had done
what was said
and though we have parted
I still read the book
when we were together
way back in our youth

We met in the winter
while catching a bus
you were on your way home
and were in such a rush
your purse spilled the change
that was meant for your fare
and I helped you pick up
the coins lying there

The bus was quite crowded
I gave you my seat
you thanked me and asked me
if I'd like a sweet
an Everton mint
I just couldn't decline
as these were particular
favourites of mine

We chatted and you said
you had to get home
and get changed for a party
some colleague had thrown
a retirement dinner
you thought you'd be late
as you had to be there
around about eight

I asked could I help you
if you didn't mind
I was going to pick up
my car around five
the garage had told me
the clutch was repaired
if we met at seven
I'd soon get you there

And so we decided
and chatted some more
we'd meet later on
at the old Woolworths store
the bus had arrived
and you left in the rain
when I realised
we forgot to ask names.

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Comments about Memoirs Of Another Time by Charles M Moore

  • (1/5/2007 7:18:00 PM)

    I recall reading this series way back; how could I not have commented? A wonderful opening act, setting the scene with style and grace! Esther : ] (Report) Reply

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  • (5/18/2006 10:26:00 PM)

    Absolutely wonderful. You really have mastered the narrative form. The ending is a climax with no denoument - so the reader is left to imagine......... I like this very much. (Report) Reply

  • (5/7/2006 8:19:00 AM)

    You sly dog! I cannot believe you went off and left us with? ? ? ? about further relationship....but I just know you met again and loved. (Report) Reply

  • (5/6/2006 10:07:00 PM)

    Being captivating so, you forget the big detail. Play it off till you met again. It will unfold at the party.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, May 6, 2006

Poem Edited: Sunday, June 4, 2006

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