Poetry – Long Ago

Long Ago

Long ago my brain was sharp,

                Memories were clear,

                                Nothing was lost.

Every book, film and name,

                Every incident,

                                The facts tripped straight to the tongue;

Words appeared by magic.

                All so easy.

                                I could picture all of life

In cinematic colour.

Now,

                                Now I take photographs.

Opher – 14.1.2020