Walking to the pub to meet you

On a warm afternoon in summertime

The rhyme of Richard Corry filled my mind.

 

 

I remember  well

How the water fell

Into the pub’s pond

Recycled again and again.

 

 

Few things last long

And all things must fall

In the end.

 

Still I recall

Meeting my friend

And discussing Robinson’s rhyme

One summertime

Long ago.

 

The same rain falls

Again and again

And seasons return

But men …