Account Closed

by John
(London, England)

I'm thinking that,
'born under a gooseberry bush'
don't cut the mustard anymore
anyway why a gooseberry bush and 
why not a cherry tree?

it flummoxes me, but truly
I'd prefer to be born under
the old chestnut tree
where chestnuts would rain down on me
and
brown squirrels can squirrel me away
to the future of a later day

it's reincarnation on a grander scale
when the boat that sinks
rises again to sail
Titanic I'd say.

Getting on in years that seem to fly
I
go back to the childhood
when
it all looked good to
say goodbye.

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