The last time that I saw you
Alcohol had taken it`s toll,
But the bright girl that I had once played with
Was still alive in you.
Your voice had been a sweet soprano,
The most beautiful in your Class;
But now you stuttered a garbled whisper,
And your hair had turned thin and grey.
Your teacher had warned of disaster
When she found you propping the Bar:
How I wish that time could flow backwards
To return us to who we were.
I have learned that you died and were buried
A year ago today;
I now sit alone in my back room
Recalling two children at play.
Trevor John Karsavin Potter.
4th. - 5th. April 2014.
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