Nervous

I am getting nervous
and you may well ask why.
In six months from now,
I am returning to the land,
which shaped my early years
to meet with a classmate
of that period of time.
Although we did not know
each other very well way back then
in recent years that has changed
and a friendship has grown.
Now in six months time
a reunion has been planned
and I am as nervous as a newborn kitten,
which has just opened its eyes.
I visualise in my head
how are first meeting is going to be,
but knowing how life is
it won’t be that way at all.

12 December 2008

poem by David Harris
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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