1970s Photograph

I was clearing my attic on a wet Sunday morning

It was dark outside and in

I opened an old weather battered leather satchel

Beneath a light so dim

I found unfinished poems, receipts, two pens and a photograph

The folk smiling for the camera used to make me laugh

There was Billy Hunter and Sarah the Nurse

And Tommy with his glass eye

I was taken a long way back

Time still has it reins on me

Like a happy historical curse

I lost contact with all three of those friends

Some thirty years ago

When I moved away looking for work

Which reminds me

Looks like Billy Hunter is wearing my shirt

I wonder if any of them are married

Do they have kids and bills

Maybe they’re divorced and childless

Or single parents on pills

I wonder if they found a 70s photograph

With a picture of my smiling face

And my hippie long hair

Are they sitting in an attic somewhere

Thinking the same about me.

©JMcN 2018