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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Do you ever wonder why old people cry? reasons unknown to you and I here are some thoughts that come to mind there are many more I'm sure you will find. A well loved son killed in the war now only a photo kept in a drawer. A family pet who gave so much pleasure just a precious memory that will live forever. A silly quarrel with a once dear friend .. regretted now, but too late to mend. Little children who once sat on their knee Now all grown up ,too busy to call,or off on a spree Holidays and outings with friends and lovers brings back happy memories of exciting things discovered . A day at the races for the first time ever I chose the winner, you chose the other I laughed at you and called you a loser You took the huff and stomped off to the boozer! Our old cat, Fluff , who caught many a mouse and scared us to death bringing a live rat in the house. A chat with a neighbour by the garden gate unburdening all our woes, of war and rations friends and allies and who we thought were foes Old fiends drifting past in our mind's eye we thought it would never end and one day would say goodbye But it does. That holiday in Spain where you taught me to dance The Pasadobla, the Tango...or was that in France ?, Days at the beach when the children were small building sandcastles , eating ice cream, sunburn and all. trying to teach them all to swim, the splashing the shrieks, they made such a din. Our daughter was wed at twenty three and prouder parents there never could be, two years later she had a son who did not last the year, the grief felt by all was immeasurable 'twas almost too much to bear. Time hangs heavy now I've lost my spouse the ghosts and memories haunt the house, so don't wonder as we age lost in memories of times gone by So now you know why old people cry. Arlene Phillips 2018 ©
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