That Squeeze Box

That Squeeze Box

A Poem by Andrew John


The Friday that is here today
was here yesterday, of course.
That᾽s what getting older seems to be, to do:
today was yesterday
was the day before
and before.

It᾽s my weekly washday today -
weekly, but was here yesterday,
or so it appears.
Always appears to be.
Yes, so it seems,
and seems.

Time is a concertina.
Friday was a week from Friday,
then three or four days
before those days closed in,
closed in, closer and closer.
A concertina can squeal and whine.

(21 Oct 2023)

© 2023 Andrew John

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Odd, I just asked Chris if she felt the pull of poetry had to do with the feeling of compressed time as we age. Seems you feel it too.


Posted 3 Months Ago

Andrew John

3 Months Ago

Thank you, WBM. Nice to hear from you.
Your stanzas brought my Nan back to me, with her squeeze box. So precious. She wouldn’t let me play it as a youngster. I so much wanted to have a go. Out it came at party time for a sing a long. Thanks for reviving happy memories for me today. Have a good weekend Andrew.


Posted 4 Months Ago

Andrew John

4 Months Ago

Thanks, Chris. Do a concert with your concertina! Have more happy memories. Wah!

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Added on October 21, 2023
Last Updated on October 21, 2023
Tags: friday, concertina, time, age, ageing


Andrew John
Andrew John

Carmarthen, Wales, United Kingdom

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