Poem

Joyce Green Meadows

New, it's all new
now, these days
no history
or, at least nothing
we ever knew.
Everything has been built upon
in the name of progression.
But with slight attention
to little clues,
it's not difficult
to see, if you look
moss scabbing over
the cobbled pathways
of secrets
of what was past,
healing over
what we once knew
but now forgotten
through the
chinese whispers
of time,
leaving gentle hints
of what has been.
The place i live
has so many mysteries
of lives
that have been
and times spent
that have since,
defined my own.

Janey Clarke
Dartford, UK

I live in Dartford and have children, 3 2 dogs, 2 cats 1 hamster and guinea pig

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