Issue Five

Autumn 2012


ANZAC Day Service, 1938

They shall not grow old as we who are left
grow old, they say. I stop and think: perhaps
they do. What else would they do in the gaps
between back then and now? Within that cleft
of years? Of course they have grown old — and I
am glad for it, for so have I. Old frames
surround old photographs, signed by old names
so long ago — all things grow old. You died
too soon, perhaps, to age and wither gray
in people's memories, not like you'd been
here with us through all these years... But, again,
you must grow old with me because today
I am grown old and you and I were one.
You can't stay young now all my youth is done.


Juleigh Howard-Hobson



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