An Attic Somewhere in the North of England
The sun begins to set
and casts shadows in
the attic room
that remind you of the
years spent at sea
alone for just a minute
and there in the
stillness
of time
you are the young man
with dreams
of love and happiness
with goals and a
sense of purpose
But with a wave of afternoon
dust you realize that you are
older now and start to weep
uncontrollably in the midst of
memories and faded pictures
Then your granddaughter
calls for you and finds her
way into your arms
where you hold her tight
and tell her your story
So that she may remember you
beyond the means of a photograph...
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