David Bilsborrow and Cheryl Bilsborrow

Monday, 7 September 2009

Poem of the week

AQUAINTANCES

They come and they go
friend and foe.

Many people you will meet
in work and play
but time will wash away the good times
and hide away the bad.

But when you lose your memories it
surely makes you sad.

"I'll keep in touch"
is the cry
but daily deeds dictate
that such an intended promise will soon evaporate

So when you wonder
where and what was the fate of that forgotten mate
just call them and remember

Tommorrow is to late.

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