Here I sit and try to think
About what I should write
Something very different
Like maybe flying a kite
Bettter yet since it's still Winter
I may go to the ice rink
And skate and dance and goof around
It will help to better think
I know that I am up in years
That's what my birth certificate states
That doesn't mean I can't rub the leather off
The ankle area on my ice skates
Now roller skating is something else
I could skate backwards very well
That is until the awful time
I was showing off and fell
Now all of this is memories
Of days gone by you see
But I can still do all of these things
When I let my mind roam free
Author notes
I used to do all of the above and more. But now I am 73 and not so mobile, but I still enjoy my memories. The title I used for 20 questions, was Twenty Questions.
A contest entry
- Write Me Your Best--- INVITE ONLY by daviscth.
6000 points, ended January 11, 2008, 33 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Someone once said that memories are the photo albums of our youth, and you captured that with this wonderful poem. great job on this one.
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Thank you so much for posting in my contest. I enjoyed reading this and I wish you the best of luck at judging, Cathy
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