Sixty Years Lost

Sixty Years Lost short poem

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You can lose a penny,
or a special letter.
A bill for the gas,
or your red setter.
Even where you placed your car,
or the dog you tied to
a forgotten gate.
But to lose your mind,
now that is a sin.
Even the small portion
that makes you laugh and grin.
Or how many sons and daughters
you have,
indeed if you have any at all.
That is hard when only bits
of life peep through the clouds,
showing just what riches you might miss
that you once knew.
Describing purgatory or hell,
I have just done.
So a cup of tea is the order of the day
cures all ails gran used to say.
Shovelling 5 spoons of coffee into the cup,
Ah! peace at last
now that 60 years
is gone and lost.

foot-note. This poem came about after
reading George Macbeth’s poetry
Laughter in Hell.
He had motor-neuron disease
which sadly he died from.
My experimental poem was an imagined hell.

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I love writing and reading poems, not so much the classics these days but knew fresh stuff I find that exciting. New styles and new ideas. Some people paint, or write books or do crafts to get the inside out, me I do poetry and read the inside of folk I love to write fun and nature poems the best though.
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Swathi Rao

Poem, has so much depth. Age is just a number, they say.

Darren Scanlon

What a horrible state of mind, Johanna. I dread the day that my memory blows away with the clouds.

Nicely done!


ratnaprabha raykar

memories are our cherished treasures,losing them would make our hearts break
very well-written

Swathi Rao

It is indeed so Johanna. But then those lost moments gives some sudden insights, that we would enjoy listening. Comment, based on my gran.

Rob J Mann

Dementia or loss of mental faculty is a personal nightmare I do not wish to experience, and you go some way to exploring the pain I don’t want to imagine. Painful and prescient.

Bill Peeler

I should think composing poems is one good way to guard against this happening to you, or anybody for that matter. They say it’s the mental exercise that keeps the mind from atrophying. I think the mind is the one thing that has the capability to make gains with age.

Ayndrilla Ghosh

Memories i believe are ones greatest possessions.. something that is priceless and can’t be regained if lost.. indeed it would be hellish to have loose years of memory.. very well portrayed. Loved it.


A very very differnt poem.. Didn’t ever think that even dementia could be a subject matter for a poem …. And sensitively penned too …. Kudos !

asoke kumar mitra

a very poignant write. but I felt very sad ……………..

Geetha Paniker

When your memory slows down it is sad….a sad state. Penned with depth.

Sourabh Mishra

It’s really a great poem with so much depth. Really great work


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