It Was Time To Leave

This weekend the photo challenge on Weekly Prompts is: Clock the Time. I’ve chosen an older poem, so I only have to copy and paste. Be sure to visit the fabulous Weekly Prompts site by clicking >>HERE

It Was Time To Leave

 

It’s time to tidy up my mess

Clean up the room and get dressed

It’s time to pack my suitcase

Fill the travel bag and vacate this place

It’s time to put on my famous rocker shoes

And walk away from this dream so true

It’s time to say heartfelt goodbyes

To these wonderful Philadelphia guys

It’s time for final hugs and kisses

Sad farewells and best wishes

It’s time for my usual emotional tears

Separate myself from these every day cheers

It’s time to flyaway from a land of Dragons and fairies

Leave this magical world of faraway families

It’s time to say a million thank you’s

For making my stay a Really Real great do

It’s time for me to travel back home

With glorious memories of this mystical thunder dome

 

Ivor Steven (c)  Nov 2019

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G'day, and welcome to my blog site. My name is Ivor Steven, I live in Geelong, Australia. I'm an ex-industrial chemist, and a retired plumber, and a former Carer of my wife(Carole), for 30 years, who suffered from severe MS. I Write poetry about those personal thoughts, throughout and beyond my life as a Carer. I've been blogging for over 2 years, and writing poems for 19 years. Of course a lot of my poems are about my favourite subject Carole, but since I've been blogging my writings have become quite varied, humourous, mystical, observational, and even a few monster/horror poems.

14 thoughts on “It Was Time To Leave”

  2. OOH, I remember this poem, Ivor! And it’s a joy to read it again. I just got tears in my eyes. I know how much you loved your travels, and even more so all of your precious family in America! 🙂 Your trip embodies the saying, “Time is not measured by clocks, but by moments.” And you had amazing moments on your travels, that became amazing memories! 🙂
    HUGS!!! 🙂

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    1. Haha… yes I’m able to read the poem now without crying….the words were a precious parting message to my family over in Philadelphia…. we all hugged cried and kissed together in one big circle of joy… it’s a wonder Philadelphia didn’t have the biggest spring flood of all time !!

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  3. Leaving and moving on in our own lives is always hard to do, the love ties which bond us are strong but have to stretch across the miles as we leave. It is knowing we must leave is the hardest part. You are lucky to have this wonderful family in your life.

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