Monday, February 17, 2014

The Failing Song

As youths we used to talk at night
Of joys that life was going to bring our way
& The failures of our forebears

Were as clear to us as the cold light of day
But now these days are dead & gone
& The future that we had is now the past

& It's cobwebs that we cling to
Our aspirations turned to ashes in our hands

Matt Elliott

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