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Years

July 15, 2017

Years

 

Were I to live another ten

I’d reach the very brink of old,

the gorse would bloom ten times again,

 

I’d reconnect with long lost friends

and see my children’s dreams unfold –

were I to live another ten.

 

I’d turn my face to church and mend

my broken faith; in blazing gold

the gorse would bloom ten times again;

 

I’d visit towns like this and spend

my evenings looking in, alone,

were I to live another ten.

 

We’d make love, winter nights, and then

as springtime warmth replaced the cold

the gorse would bloom, ten times again.

 

The years ahead diminish when

I measure what they may not hold:

were I to live another ten,

the gorse would bloom ten times again.

 

Kent & Sussex Folio 2017

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