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Reflections

Too many things left undone
too many songs left unsung
all we ever want is closure
not absolution,
all we want is mercy
where there is no solution.

Life is a cruise without the brochure
and like Yom Kippur without the kosher
– is meaningless and empty.
If I was to say sorry to everyone I hurt
from the simple man with simple needs
to the mutton in short skirt,
it would take me forever

That way lies madness…
our grave-defying sadness learning
to drive into the skid
and thus control the swerve
of ones incessant learning curve
for we cannot go back can we?

To spend so much time in the past,
is no more than a needless
abuse of ones sanity
listening to the old songs
all is crazed, all is vanity
wallowing in the sublime
exploring faces in the minds eye,
with all our faded colours
pinned to the rotting mast of time.

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