Memory Lane

A poem…

I often go down

memory lane.

I find it comforting,

it keeps me sane.

I don’t look my age,

I’m frequently told

and to be honest

I don’t feel old.

Yet I belong

to a bygone era:

there was no Euro

but the Italian lira,

the franc, the mark,

the English pound

and the world economy

wasn’t too sound.

It was quite hard

for me to get by

so to my land

had to say goodbye.

The names of the friends

I left behind

I haven’t forgotten,

they are fixed in my mind.

Although with certainty

I cannot tell

how many to this earth

have said farewell.

© Luigi Pagano 2016