Remember When All Fresh With Hope Poem by Colin Breck Boardman

Remember when all fresh with hope,
Together we would often strive
Through the labyrinthine clauses
Of our unravelled rhyming past
In search of treasures born of pain
Not long forgotten?

One wonders then with quite what scope
Of pleasure you do now derive,
Knowing that these mangled corses,
Strewn by your desertion, and cast
From shadows rack'd across the brain,
Are all turning rotten?

(CBB Sept 2011)