My Story Of Yore (Part I) - Poem by Rik Bertrand
Its time I tell my story of yore,
Excuse me while I shut the door.
It’s quiet now so I can start,
I want to finish this before I depart.
I am old and tired yet full of life
I stay young with the help of my wife.
Times were hard, and the world was fowl.
But I have adjusted to the here and now.
I sometimes remember the good and the bad,
and sometimes too, the happy and sad.
Thoughts come back now and then,
of past memories of I don't know when.
My story of yesteryear is all in a haze
I can’t see cleary the wayward days.
This I can tell you and I know it true,
feeling last longer than memories do.
I can feel the sun and I Can hear it hiss
I can still feel the love and my first kiss.
I can feel my friends in my heart so full,
and i can feel the love in all of you.
My story of yore is not quite done,
but the beginning was a little fun.
Stay tuned, stay sharp, and stay alert,
and for crying out loud, get rid of that shirt.
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