This time there is,
No card to write or cake to bake,
No birthday kiss or gift to take,
At the going down of the sun
And in the morning,
I will remember you.
Like your fallen comrades,
You shall no longer grow old,
As we that are left grow old,
But I grow older twice as fast,
Since I have lost you.
Topical Poet
- topicalpoet
- Yorkshire, United Kingdom
- I tinker with rhyme, usually in a cynical, ironic or sarcastic manner. However, I have been known to try my hand at longer pieces about other subjects such as love and the meaning of life, from time to time! I lost my Dad recently and many of the poems here are for him.