Here we are Again,
Back on Memory Lane.
Something has to Change,
this cannot stay the Same.
When All we have, are Words and Talk,
then all our Thoughts, are made of Chalk.
They wash away, each time there's Rain…
And then, we Say - the Same… Again.
Empty words, all carved in Stone
just like the Truth, they stand, Alone.
It's the Light at the end of that tunnel, you See -
the Dark, is behind you… Go forward, be Free.
There's Saints and there's Sinners,
there's Losers, and Winners,
there's Fair-weather Friends -
though Love, Never Ends.
©2020 Phillip Hennessy
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