The Last Time Poem by John A'Hern

A single thought multiplies
Once again voices call
Familiar and friendly
Calls turn into shouts
Come pay a visit
Your country of birth needs you
Dr Who time traveller
Where are you when I need you?
Plans discussed then torn to shreds
Team meeting of two planning escape
A journey oh so lengthy
Worth it when the throng calls your name
Sadness of the heart-breaking kind, waits
Age taking its payment demanding a toll
We will sit and hold their aged hands
Talking of times gone by
Last time never mentioned
Afraid of emotions ruling visit
Words chosen carefully
Crafting sentences cheerfully
Evening times bring loneliness
Hold tightly as the day ends
Travel is the enemy, age acts discreetly
The age voice it placates us
Sleep brings dreams
A restless night awaits us
Visit it is over
We leave knowing it is the last time
Photos and memories cloud our senses
Time travel back to the land of our choice
Consoling one another
Dreaming of the others
Age, how do I disown you?
You can, is the answer
But that would leave just memories.