My memories are a museum now.
I am looking at exhibits — artefacts of the past.
Sometimes there is an air of regret, sometimes joy.
My memories are a museum now.
Tag: nostalgia
What Became Of Those People – Written Tuesday 27th May 2025 (Aged 50)
I wonder what happened to —
became of —
those people
who crossed my path.
Relatable Sin – Written Tuesday 20th May 2025 (aged 50)
We have been broken
by not early on
finding a wife,
one that was a trick or two.
London and Smitten – Written May 2025 (Aged 50)
Back then, I seemed so far away
from being a child,
but a child I was —
still a fledgling in my thoughts.
Never Ending Parade – Written Monday 31st March 2025 (Aged 50)
The never-ending parade that marches through a street
Feels like the friends that I no longer meet
Simple Days – Written Thursday 4th March 2025 (Aged 50)
What else is there to say, caught as we are in the swell of what felt like simpler days
Free Market Storm Clouds – Written January 2025 (Aged 49)
We were the final wisps of an analogue age,
the final people to manually turn a page
Sabre Tooth Tigers – Written November 2011 (Aged 36)
models made of lego
and dream like doors
matchbox cars
and tonka tanks
spirograph at christmas
and turkey? no thanks
Think For Yourself – Written Monday 20th February 1995 (Aged 19)
but I do not like it,
when you are not there
what are we going to do
i am left in the wastelands of time
Happy Memories – Written Approx. Late 1993 or January 1994 (Aged 18)
the people have gone
the people i used to know
and where the memories –
no longer show
The Boy Behind The Glasses. Poetry and Writing 