Looking back over six Decades

Of time

A life well lived comes to Mind.

At the starting of my 66th Year,

If you listen you will hear my Pen,

As it slides across my writing Pad

As I write the stories about The life I have had.

Many hours I sit pen in hand,

Writing stories about me, my

Life and friends.

If you don’t find your name in print,

Just read between the lines.

For you are in there, my friend.

Every word about love, friendship,

And happiness is about you.

As I remember all the things we used to do.

Remember the times we used to go

Outside and play?

We had no toys so we would make up

Our own games

And play anyway.

Swimming in the canal, football in

The field.

Young love and dancing in the street.

I will always love you, my heart seems to say.

As I look back at memories

Not far from yesterday.