LOOKING BACK By John Lary

I was a baby once, so they tell me

Though fortunate I was to survive

Someone untangled the umbilical chord

And slapped me to keep me alive.

 

I was a schoolboy once, I remember

Packed off in hand-me-down clothes

The teachers dispensing their wisdom

And dispensing the odd bloody nose.

 

I was a juvenile once – I have pictures

Look how awkward, unsure I was then

I had no role model to follow

No road map to the world of men.

 

I was a bridegroom once (and once only)

And happy to be so alive

Her head on the pillow beside me

Our days and our nights side by side

 

I was a father once, twice, three times

Life’s meaning I saw clear and plain

And when grandchildren came I discovered

A heart overflowing again.

 

One day I will lose what I treasure

Or it will be me that’s mislaid

But nothing, or no-one can alter

This life that together we made.

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