Poetry

Past Glories

The past in her mind she does think
All of her friends she used to with drink
A huge group it was she did know
Happy days that did flow

This group of friends she had
Fourteen to twenty girls and lads
Some were barking, others were sane
Everything different, never the same

Starting on a Friday they would meet
Ending on a Sunday in their usual seats
But one by one they did leave
Their numbers dwindling she couldn’t believe

Some moved away far and wide
Others stayed apart, they did hide
Relationships and babies did then come
‘Growing up’ they said, gone the days of fun

She tried to get new friends to play along
It wasn’t the same, felt slightly wrong
Now her life lacks a past lustre
It’s hard now for anyone to muster

So weeks, sometimes months do pass
Before she sees her friends from last
Empty she feels with no-one to play
Time an enemy, no-one to blame

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Darren Greenidge

I'm a thinker, listener, a "question's pretty much everything" type of person. A seeker of knowledge, always restless, yet seeks the calm in life. I love writing in all forms and am in the process of completing a number of ongoing projects. I love the craft of writing and the possibilities it holds. A magic carpet through the mind. I love pretty much all creative arts, music, film and theatre the leading ones. Born in Hertfordshire in England, my family Irish, Welsh and English, I currently reside in Edinburgh, in Scotland. I'm drawn to coastal and mountain regions where I like to go to think and draw inspiration from. Ireland is a place that's dear to me, and I try to get back to see family and friends as much as possible. My interests are wide and broad, too many to mention here, but history, archaeology, criminology, music and film are just some of those things I love. I hope you enjoy my ramblings on here as that's what they are really. I'll let my fingers do the ''talking...''

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