poems...

Apart from up-loading music from you tube

I have nothing to say on here anymore, so to keep it going

I'll try and post a poem a week, here's the first...

 A Quoi Bon Dire... by Charlotte Mew..

Seventeen years ago you said

Something that sounded like Good-bye;

And everybody thinks that you are dead,

                 But I.

So I, as I grow stiff and cold

To this and that say Good-bye too;

And everybody sees that I am old

                 But you.

And one fine morning in a sunny lane

Some boy and girl will meet and kiss and swear

That nobody can love their way again

                While over there 

You will have smiled, and I shall have tossed your hair.

KRO