(A lone voice whispers)
I once walked
Tripping through what I thought were LSD Strawberry Fields
Which seemed to go on forever
As the Beetles sang about free love
In good old Sixty seven
Danced with flowers in my hair
In the red hot summer of love
As I watched some of my old musical legends
Some now singing up in heaven
Janis Joplin
The Who
Joe Cocker and the legendary Phoenix
Jimi Hendrix
Play Woodstock in Sixty-nine
When free love didn't cost a penny or even a dime
I was young ready and stayed alive
Listening to the
Bee Gees in the Seventies
Whilst overseas
I relaxed with a cold beer
Watching Frankie And his two Tribes
Go to war
In The Eighties
As Princess Diana
Got married with all the pomp and expensive public festivities
Which soon would turn from incredible happiness
Into an extraordinary dark place
Filled with mental disabilities
I once flew a red kite in Cornwall on holiday
With one of my firm favourite first ladies
Our holy Madonna
Listening like a brand-new virgin
On my new white Sony Walkman
As her wild music
Awakened rather Strange urges
All these magnificent memories
I'll forever try to cling on to
Like a lovesick devotee
But now slowly falling
Like wind-swept golden leaves
From my ageing memory tree
They are slowly burnt
As they are set free
It's a tragic thing
being that solitary thing
That not only I can see
As this dreadful forgetful disease
Tries to consume every single beautiful part of me
But my Memory Tree
Still has so many golden leaves to quietly fall
That I still live in hope that many will not be obediently recalled
And in a willful celebration of that inner strength
And to you
Dearest reader
This is one of my last ever poems
While I have the freewill to still give
Remember me
My name is William World
The third
From a loving family of 6 strong boys and two beautiful girls
Now sitting somewhere warm
In a nice care home
In the middle of New Mexico
As I await the drumroll of the Tall Man and his marching band
The Collectors
To then go home to see the Silver City in the Promised Land
Where I pray and hope
Somebody still remembers me
Copyright John Duffy
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