Saturday, 9 February 2019

the old songs

the old songs

skipping along with the teenage songs;
a sharp, yet golden syrup of
the bright hopes;
bees in the sunshine,
all in all in a crystal ball - look!
the pollen is watering my eyes again.
turn the music off now,
it’s all in the past you see,
it’s all in the past.
stiff upper lip
and all that stuff?

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