Take me back to far off lands
where streams and rivers flow.
I want to leave this cold grey town.
It's no longer the one I know.
I've now become a stranger
in this place I once called home.
The friends I loved and grew up with,
some have left while others have passed on.
My life has now taken a detour
from the path I once was on.
It seems I blinked my eyes
and suddenly everything had gone.
So now I'm on my own
and often find myself breaking down
on the highway to nowhere,
endlessly going around and around.
Remembering The Old Days
Golden Years
©
John P. Read
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Published by Family Friend Poems March 2022 with permission of the Author.
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ABOUT THE POET:
John Peter Read was born in the East End of London in 1948. He was brought up by his Nan and mother, as his father left home when he was 5 years old. At the age of 15, John left school with just a basic education. While in school, he wrote little rhymes just for fun. A couple of his religious poems were published by the Christian church in the...
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