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A (sequel) poem for the oldies.

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OneFootInTheGrave

OneFootInTheGrave Report 27 Jul 2013 12:13

Harry what a meaningful poem - very moving - thank you for sharing it :-)

Harry

Harry Report 27 Jul 2013 10:43

Lovely replies, Maggie and Liz and Elizabeth (our words crossed).

Thank you for taking the time to reply.

Best wishes Happy days

Purple **^*Sparkly*^** Diamond

Purple **^*Sparkly*^** Diamond Report 27 Jul 2013 01:43

What lovely words Harry, you are clever.
I am still waiting for grandchildren, I have three 'sort of' ones, the two of my partner's son, but we don't see them often, and the son of my son's girlfriend.

The two who live away from Norfolk call me Nanny which is nice but I can't wait for my son to get started, and make me a real Grandma! When that happens I will have to ask you for your previous words Harry.

Hope you are keeping well, especially with this warm weather taking it out of everyone. Typically of the weekend, the forecast is for wet weather, such a shame with brides hoping for sunshine, and all the fetes and such going on.

Might go to the Worstead Festival today if it's dry.

Lizx

maggiewinchester

maggiewinchester Report 27 Jul 2013 00:18

Lovely poem, Harry - but you never have to act your age!!

Growing old is mandatory - growing up is optional :-D

Harry

Harry Report 26 Jul 2013 23:39

Those latest replies are much appreciated. thank you.

Best wishes Happy days

Elizabethofseasons

Elizabethofseasons Report 26 Jul 2013 23:38

Dear Mr Harry

Hello

Hope you are okay and very good to see you posting.

Your beautiful poem pulls at the heart strings.


Take gentle care
Best wishes
Elizabeth, EOS
xx

Joeva

Joeva Report 26 Jul 2013 23:29

Very poignant Harry and I for one can identify with your poem.

Thank you

Jo <3

kandj

kandj Report 26 Jul 2013 23:05

Beautiful words, thank you for sharing.

Nolls from Harrogate

Nolls from Harrogate Report 26 Jul 2013 22:00

Lovely and quite sad :-)

Harry

Harry Report 26 Jul 2013 20:59

Thank you folks. Your interest is much appreciated.

Happy days

♥†۩ Carol   Paine ۩†♥

♥†۩ Carol Paine ۩†♥ Report 26 Jul 2013 17:56

<3
Lovely words, take care

BrendafromWales

BrendafromWales Report 26 Jul 2013 15:39

How true!!
Where does time go?
<3 <3

Sally

Sally Report 26 Jul 2013 14:08

lovely

Harry

Harry Report 26 Jul 2013 12:15

Thank you Mau. Lovely to hear from you.

Happy days

Mauatthecoast

Mauatthecoast Report 26 Jul 2013 12:01

Thank you Harry your verse has wonderful words :-) ah yes I remember those days too.

My grandsons are now grown up and how I miss having them around, but making their way in the world and lovely young men :-D .... always great company when we get together again.

Mau x :-)

Harry

Harry Report 26 Jul 2013 11:53

My grand-children poem was well received many years ago. This is the sequel.

HAPPY DAYS

My grand-children are now young adults,
The tree of life moves on apace;
God thought to bless us dearly,
Nature showed its smiling face.

Losing Grand-ma was terrible,
But she'd happily seen them grow;
The last dot had been connected,
Before her time for letting go.

So it's goodbye to 'once upon a time',
Nursery rhymes and childish fun;
Oh those lovely games we played -
Somehow we never won.

No more tiny little hands,
Clutching trustfully in our grasp;
Grand-dad's smiles and Grannies arms,
Oh the happy hours we passed.

Ring the door-bell and hide away,
Then make me jump with fright;
Shame we couldn't have them first -
They don't wake you in the night.

Dear, priceless grand-children,
Free admission to wonderland;
Those golden years have vanished,
Like foot-prints in the sand.

The joy of life slowly fades,
Now I must act my age;
Beautiful moments are a treasure,
But time has turned its page.

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