RecollectionsA Poem by PoeticpiersStory poem for M'Lady Helen
Recollections
As twilight falls the curfew sounds.
Within the walls guards make their rounds
The oaken gates are barred to all
The city waits for night to fall.
The wisest men stay safe at home
but rogues and lovers choose to roam.
While honest men are fast asleep
around the darkened streets they creep.
Convinced that darkness is their friend,
an ally on whom they can depend.
But they are wrong the moon will rise
expose them to the watching eyes
of guardsmen who are in control
The city watch is on patrol
to watch for those who break the laws
and are abroad without just cause.
I am the one they failed to catch
The city guardsmen could not match
the speed at which I could make off.
They simply were not fast enough.
They did suspect but could not prove
that I enjoyed forbidden love
I will continue so to do
as long as I am able to.
There’ll come a time I have no doubt
when youthful energy runs out.
Then I will become respectable
Always obey the curfew bell
But I will have fond memories
of all the girls I used to please
When I was young and able to
the things I can no longer do.
The curfew sounds as twilight falls
I can still hear the watchmen’s calls
But I’m as sure as I can be
that some young fellow much like me.
Is doing what I used to do.
Beneath the moon there’s nothing new.
Hot blooded lads will have their way
but if they’re caught there’s hell to pay
28-May-08
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3 Reviews Added on June 1, 2008 Last Updated on June 2, 2008 AuthorPoeticpiersNear Durham city UK, United KingdomAbout72years, young married. Ex police officer Ex social worker. interests Reading and writing poetry Painting and drawing in coloured pencil avid reader,sci fi fantasy crime. comparitive religion and esp... more.. |

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