If I don’t have my glasses on
I won’t see it,
If I don’t write it down
I won’t remember it,
So if I ignore you
Doesn’t mean I don’t know you,
Forgive me
I’m just getting old,
If I don’t feel it
Can it hurt me?
If I don’t understand it
Will I be ignorant?
If I turn a blind eye
Will I be negligent?
Forgive me
I’m just getting old,
But can I use age
As an excuse,
To be a bystander
And no longer contribute to life?
Or maybe I missed
The point altogether,
Forgive me
I must be getting old!
Diane Scantlebury
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- Warmth - Alan Marquis
- London Too Loud - Diane Scantlebury
- Toni - Sap - Lake - Fred Williamson
- Like A River - Kathy Figueroa
- The Waves - Oliver Thompson
- Rewind - Richard Fleming
- When September Turns To Rain - Lyndon Queripel
- Telegram Boy - Alan Marquis
- Bat - Cave - Fred Williamson
- Angels Don't Play This H.A.A.R.P - Lyndon Queripel
- Nameless Fears - Alan Marquis
- Dad - Tony Robert
- Monument of Hell - Fred Williamson
- The Poet - John Buchanan
- Meditation - Diane Scantlebury
- Flapping Duck - Fred Williamson
- La Coupee, Sark - Jenny Hamon
- Forgive Me - Diane Scantlebury
- Bamboo Train - Fred Williamson
- A Light In The Sky - Kathy Figueroa
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