Connections

WRITTEN FOR IMAGINARY GARDEN

CONNECTIONS

Some connections are so strong they last with us for ever.

Others are connections that the passing time may sever.

Our best friends in the kindergarten we no longer know;

After all, that period was rather long ago!

We meet someone at the bus stop and instantly connect,

Yet a long-discarded boy- friend we can scarcely recollect!

Some are 'ships that pass in the night'  yet leave a lasting impression.

Our most  romantic memories are of the briefest session.

Personal connections are like wires, some thick some thin,

We never know how they'll turn-out when first the wires begin.

Some just snap or rust with time and they leave no regret.

Others are so firm and strong that they are with us yet.

These wires are made of silver with the odd one made of gold.

Such connections make us think of the phrase 'To have and hold. '

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LEAFY LIBRARY

When first I ventured on a cruise

I felt some trepidation

Would it all be 'jolly-hockey-sticks'

With no time for contemplation?

Would I be required to join

In ghastly conviviality,

Full of wine and women and song

And too much joviality?

Would I be the odd one out

When it came to joining-in?

Would I be forced to enter games

Which I could never win?

Would someone grab me and throw me in

The deep end of the pool?

Would I be persona non grata 

If I didn't play the fool?

I recalled the English holiday camps

Of the country of my youth!

All that 'Wakey wakey! Rise and shine!'

Seemed desperately uncouth!

But I need not have worried;

See the gentle view above;

A corner of the Library

Which I really came to love.

I went there to write poetry

Or to read a magazine,

While idly gazing at the sea

And the pleasantly passing scene.

In case you think I'm a spoilsport

I really did have fun,

Mostly meeting new people

And chatting to everyone.

I even tried Line Dancing

And Trivia Games as well,

Though not too hot at either one

I enjoyed them, truth to tell.

But listening to a Guitarist

In pleasant company,

And visits to the Library,

Were the greatest things for me.

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