The First Time

I peered through the belfry trap door
My eyes met his eyes, across the floor.
In a whirlwind year
The future was clear
And we promised to love ever more.

Thirty years on....

I peer through the conservatory door
I see him with grey hair galore.
Despite his hard views
On the current world news,
It's him I still love and adore.

Published by poetdoesarun

I started running 16 years ago to help manage anxiety and depression and found the endorphins helped me in another write my sermons for Sunday.... and then inspiration came for poetry. A Christmas present 2017 was a book by Jo Bell, challenging the reader to write a poem a week for a year. This blog showcases these and other poems composed on the run.

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