Look around you. What do you love?
What do love about this place?
Look around you. What do you have?
Can you pack it in one suitcase?
A baby arrives with nothing
But a lease for eighty years
And grandparents smiling faces
Hide years of wrinkles, tears and fears
A toddler owns a little world
A playpen and containing cot
But wants to walk and see outside
Treads on across the toys he's got
A bride wears one white wedding dress
It's new, but only for that day
When tomorrow pushes along
That dress is stored, sold, thrown away
Photos snap great but brief minutes
When she walks in the procession
Marks her brief point of progression
Photo's her best, brief, possession
You see the groom has got the bride
The bride and ghosts have got the groom
They invite whole village strangers
Or two close friends in one room
The president or king arrives
Big banners all around unfurled
Egyptians built big pyraminds
To show the world they ruled their world
When I take a long holiday
My world's packed in a small suitcase
My handbag holds bold eyeliners
Beside a mask to hide my face
Now that I'm retired, I'm hoarding
Yes, I ought to be downsizing
And swap or sell my six bar stools
Buy one chair, which is reclining
After we're gone, clearance is called.
Front gardens convert to car parks
New owners change wood to marble,
Paint walls, dark to light, light to dark
So, in a century or two
What will be left of me and you?
Who cares. I don't. We can't. Yet, your
Future, reader, Gran won't forget
So I'm leaving you this poem
A legacy. Share, re-read, see
This link you need, to you from me
To last, for all eternity.
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