I Cannot Remember – 15th November 2025

Although I cannot remember it

There was a time when

Everything did not ache

And in the forgetting my only

Regret is that I did not

Appreciate the lightness of

Being that I must have enjoyed

To be able to sneeze

Without fear or sleep on

A friends floor or economy

Airline seats for ten hours or more

Those were the days, my friend

But they did end

Not overnight or at a set time

But incrementally and even

Though we understood old people

Who sigh and groan we

Somehow saw that we

Could be exempt

And so we were, but

Only in mind as young as ever

But not in body

That creaks like leather

Yet another poem about getting older. Stop moaning Grandad!

Here we are freezing for hours in a line to get in to see Paul McCartney back in 2024. Nobody was moaning in that queue I can assure you.

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