The Last Waltz

Cherry

By luigi_pagano

Thu, 28 Oct 2010
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This poem of mine was included in the anthology Aged to Perfection published by Age Cymru for the 2010 Gwanwyn Festival.

They are playing our song,
she said with a sigh.
I smiled; squeezed her arm.
I didn’t want to shatter
the illusion.

Convinced she was wrong,
I thought a white lie
wouldn’t do any harm
but wished for a better
solution.

From the ravages of time
nobody is immune.
The mind will play tricks,
confound and addle
the brain.

Then I was in my prime.
I'd remember a tune,
but now nothing clicks
and I am in a muddle
about this refrain.

I now see she was right
in her recollection;
I misread the situation
and must make amends,
with regret.

I get a terrible fright
at my own imperfection:
I’m hit by the revelation
that it is me who tends
to forget.

© Luigi Pagano

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Comments

Submitted by Highhat on
A sweet poem about what time does to your memory. Brilliantly simple ;)Pia

Submitted by luigi_pagano on
Thank you Pia. Luigi x

 

Submitted by spicerlife on
Liked it, very poignant.

Submitted by luigi_pagano on
Nice meeting you spicerlife. I am glad you found this to your liking and thank you for letting me know.

 

Submitted by shoe on
It has a sweetness but also a sadness, lovely.

 

Submitted by luigi_pagano on
Shirley, all the stories and poems in this anthology were written by older members of writing groups around Wales who were asked how they viewed growing old. Many stories were upbeat but I chose to highlight the aspect of people with failing memory, which sadly is a fact of life for some people. Incidentally this anthology, of which 350 copies were printed, was not for sale but freely distributed to be read and passed on. I was glad to contribute to this venture. It was nice to hear your views and I thank you. Luigi x

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
Dear Luigi, your contribution to this anthology must surely have been one of its highlights...as you quite rightly say, failing memory is such an unfortunate part of growing old for so many people. And I don't mean just going to a cupboard and forgetting what we went there for; I guess most of us do that, me more than most;-) When much of the past is obliterated from people's minds, it is so cruel; something I saw in my own mother from the age of 50, sadly. I enjoyed your poem immensely, as always and I would imagine the anthology is well dog-eared by now;-) Tina xxx

 

Submitted by luigi_pagano on
Copies of the anthology, Tina, are going round the world and perhaps they are not static enough to get dog-eared. If you are interested you can follow their progress Here. I haven't quite reached the point of going to the cupboard and forgetting the reason I went there but I found that it takes me some time to remember somebody's name. Always a pleasure to hear from you. Kind regards to you and your husband (and to prove my point, I have forgotten his name). Love, Luigi xxx

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
I shall certainly follow its progress, Luigi. Thanks so much for leaving the link which I shall look forward to utilising tomorrow. Hubby's name's Stuart, by the way and he sends his warmest regards to you, incidentally;-) Tina xxx

 

Submitted by fatboy74 on
A very, very good poem. Congrats on cherry.

 

Submitted by luigi_pagano on
Many thanks for your kind words, fatboy74. I just had a peep at your poem 'Venice With Emma' and found it excellent. I'll have to go back to it and write a comment. Best, Luigi.