A little selection from 1992

In order to choose something to post for today I opened a year at random and selected a poem, equally at random, I offer...

Annua 17 Jan 92

JANUARY

His dreams are barely formed
All he wants
Is comfort, warmth...and food.


FEBRUARY

Playing with his toys
And Dreaming
Imagining a time when all he does
Is real.


MARCH

Reality has no meaning
When toys and play are all
But slowly the truth begins to dawn.


APRIL

Toys behind him
He has to learn
The why, the wherefore and the what?
But the real "why" will elude him
For a long, long time.


MAY

In the world
Interacting
Learning even more
About a world that's always changing
With a mind that's always changing.


JUNE

Slowing down,
In the middle of his life
Knowing that he has so much more to learn
And wondering if there will be
Enough time.


JULY

Looking after children
Watching them grow and sensing
The wonderment in their minds
And wondering where the wonder went.


AUGUST

New places, new people
Mix in his mind
With old faces, old things
As he contemplates writing his memoirs.


SEPTEMBER

But then again
Who would bother to read them.


OCTOBER

"I remember" he says "I remember"
And tells a tale he has told before
A hundred times
And still they smile, to keep him happy.

NOVEMBER

He remembers his whole world
But no one wants to listen any more
He is old and he is tired
And his pride makes him try
To tell them.


DECEMBER

Playing in his mind
And Dreaming
Remembering a time
When all he did was real
His dreams are now all he has
And all he wants
Is comfort, warmth...and rest.

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I think this one poem will be enough for the post. Sometime again...