Re-reading poems by people I once knew
and loved – how sad / how sweet.
Where are they now, those friends –
those from whom life parted me so long ago?
Not everyone got lost along the way –
but we are all ageing.
If I am in my end times, still let me savour
those memories, those good words!
My treasured 41-year-old copy of the first edition. Intense editing and proof-reading for a new edition makes me appreciate all over again what bloody marvellous poems are in this book!
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