Smithereens Press Chapbooks Left Behind by Colm Scully | Page 13

Have you forgotten

‘Have you forgotten,
what it was to be young?
How did you spend it?
Were you the pasty faced city boy
or did you spend it
slogging apples and building rafts,
fishing in the summer?’
You know where I was.
Sitting at the window, looking out at the rain.
Reading next year’s schoolbook
on the first day of holidays.
Walking past my cousins playing soccer,
being asked to play,
saying no.
And why do you ask now?
Do you think you have an edge on me still?
I don’t hear you jibe or imply.
Perhaps sometimes you’re not quite sure
about things yourself
anymore?

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