Is as frightened as I am.
Both of us scarred by time
But our minds clinging to our
Perfect spring.
No-one ever came calling
With a picture of the future.
Those time-served storyline wrinkles
And a frailty so distant from our
Perfect spring.
'How are you feeling?' asks the nurse
As they wheel him away.
'I'm very nervous', he admits
As his memories blur from that
Perfect spring.
There is laughing in the corridor
At today, tonight and tomorrow.
But there's uncertainty in that trinity
So I tighten my wearying grip on that
Perfect spring.
No-one ever came calling
With a picture of the future.
Those time-served storyline wrinkles
And a frailty so distant from our
Perfect spring.
'How are you feeling?' asks the nurse
As they wheel him away.
'I'm very nervous', he admits
As his memories blur from that
Perfect spring.
There is laughing in the corridor
At today, tonight and tomorrow.
But there's uncertainty in that trinity
So I tighten my wearying grip on that
Perfect spring.
December 2024
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