Hold on tight to the memories,
Formed in the furnace of new experience,
Let them inspire and shape you.

Forged together in our past
Each caring words of trouble
Each troubled words of care
Uttered by friends and foe
Shape the way we go on together.

In freely allowing you into my life,
With all my foibles and ecstasies seen,
We have together shaped beauty and truth.

Forged together in our past and present
Each hidden strength has grown
Each growing strength less hidden
As we have struggled together
To shape the difference we make.

Hold onto the whole of yourself,
Amongst the eddying ripples of others,
Shape, re-shape and be shaped.

Forged together in the present
Each haunting moment of beauty
Each truthful moment of care
Touches us all, should we let it,
And crafts together our life.

Walking away is all of life,
Where newness and history part,
Held together with memories.

Forged together for ever
Each leaving moment hurts
Each hurt moment is short:
Selfhood begins with a walking away
And love is proved in the letting go.



David Scanlon – England – (1963 - )

Scanlon. D (2016) The Poet, The Prisoner and The Fool. The Foolish Poet Press, Wilmslow, England. WALKING AWAY. Page Number 22.



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