That Let Slip Love


You slipped through my fingers,

Opportunities lost,

Just the memory lingers,

Always counting the cost,

Of the bad times encountered,

Stealing memories that fade,

Going uphill but downwards,

Of the memories made,

So, I cry at this spiral,

Going down in my mind,

Thoughts of sadness that rival,

Crossing motorways when blind,

So, despite adoration,

Of the fans, worship me,

My romantic stagnation,

Tears like rivers to sea.

About the author


The author, Paul Anthony Obey, born in 1970, is working class, brought up in a working class family and has raised a working class family. Married to a proud New Zealander, Nicola, they live in the North West of England and share 4 children; Ryan, Hayley, Bethany and Seth, one of each from both.

My work is dedicated to all of those who believe in what I am trying to do and to some of those who don’t yet get it.

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