Being old is like saying a long good-bye
'goodbye' to autumn days,
to sudden flurries of leaves hurrying
through the cold wind.
'goodbye' to Tuesday markets
and cats and flowers and brilliant
autumn sunshine.
goodbye to fleeting clouds chasing
away the summer
and to relief that it has fled
has brightened our hearts once again
goodbye to my friends, so many gone now
just memories now.
goodbye to youth and ambition .
it is a long goodbye and
a thank you too.
L. Ivison 2025 copyright
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