Time Traveller - Poem by Andy Brookes
Thoughts unasked for cantilever
from my mind.
sticky paws from childhood,
sweeps of majestic landscape,
my first kiss, your death
or mundane shopping lists.
I find hours have rocketed by.
sitting still, unmoving,
yet have travelled far.
have delved deep, mining
the rich vein of reminiscences.
the sun casts long shadows
a cool wind blows and I return.
return to the too harsh realities,
to practicalities and
the bittersweet loneliness of old age,
made colder by the loss of kith and kin.
Shrugging on a smile, for such silliness.
I put on the kettle and make tea.
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