The passage of time

Turned into a ryhme

Where do I start

I expect from the heart

When I was a boy

Not ment to annoy

I drowned Brians snake

It was a mistake

Around the garden he chased

My mishap I’d faced

I’ve never forgotten

It made me feel rotten

The older he got

I’d followed a lot

To me like no other

An amazing Big Brother

Then he met Do

And who was to know

Like a sister to me

Good times there would be.

All the shared years we’ve had

Some happy, some sad,

How can the passage of time

Be expressed in a ryhme.

Memories of times gone by from Ray.  Poem written by Carole.  All Our Love xxx