Monday, 21 September 2015

Black Notebooks Given In A York Hotel December 2006

They gave me black notebooks.
A present for my birthday,
The ivory pages were soft
And ready to receive.
The pen in my hand was insistent.
Black notebooks
To record a time of change.
And those who gave them
Would not meet again.
They knew it then for the first time.
And the covers of those black notebooks
Became a mourning coat
For opportunities not taken.
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