Poetry – Long Ago

Long Ago

Long ago,

                Man fought man,

                                Face to face

                                                With sword and spear.

Bravery and strength

                Skill and tactics,

                                Were the things

                                                To fear.

Now, a young skinny wimp

                A thousand miles away,

                                Guides a drone,

                                                Presses a button

And you’ve had your day.

Opher – 3.4.2022

Once we had a need for strong, brave, macho men; now they’re an embarrassment, a threat and a nuisance.

Nowadays we need intelligence, not brawn, empathy and compassion not violence.

In a modern world there is no room for the violent. We don’t need them; they’re obsolete!

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

I always thought those memories would last forever. Now I know different. They fade away and leave holes in your life.

We recreate our memories.

Our memories are who we are.

Yet they are not real. We make them up as we go along.

I now wish I’d kept a journal. It would recreate the past; help bring back the lost memories.

But the person who lived back then was a different person.

Nowadays I don’t trust my memory at all. I know it is a lie. So I take photographs of where I’ve been and what I’ve done.

But I suspect that photographs change with time.

I have no way of knowing.

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

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