There is a place we seldom go
which (usually) we're loath to share-
somehow sufficient just to know
that it might still be there.
We think it marvellous -though strange-
how each time we return anew
so little ever seems to change
(it's only us who do)
yet with the years we go there less
(how soon those years will hasten past!)
till we can only ever guess
which time will be the last.
Kevin Saving © 2008