Sunday, 12 February 2012

One Day I Passed Perfection By Bobby Stevenson

a very British poem.



The smell of shoe polish and summer,
The taste of dandelion and burdock lemonade,
The sun as rosy red as it ever was,
My grandmother’s arm around me
Kissing the top of my head,
The days of leaving home for school
Knowing everyone who mattered would still be there.
The Beano and Dandy on a Thursday,
Man from Uncle and Top Of The Pops.
One day ,
A long, long time ago,
I quietly passed perfection
And didn’t even notice.



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4 comments:

  1. Sharon Longworth12 February 2012 at 20:53

    Goodness that's lovely.

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  2. ND Mitchell12 February 2012 at 21:16

    Very nicely put sir. The lines "One day , A long, long time ago, I quietly passed perfection And didn’t even notice" round this off perfectly.You hit the nail firmly (and wistfully) on the head with this one.

    Ironically, before reading, I had just read this quote by C.S. Lewis on someone's website: “There are far, far better things ahead than any we leave behind.”

    Have a nice day Bobby,
    David

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    1. Bobby Stevenson13 February 2012 at 10:02

      Cheers David, my pal and you have a terrific week. All the best. Bobby.

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