Dedicated to Andrewagreen
During The Summer Suns,
Winter Rain 's
Speak
Immortal Words
To each
Second wind
That carry the Leaves,
of Autumn and Spring.
That Is,
If you remember
The Summer Of Sixty Six
Fifty Years of Hurt,
and Semi Final Joy
Snatched from our Grasp ,
So Grown Up Steps in
The Worst and Best of Time.
Bring the Innocent Nostalgia
of Hope,
They Wanted it Back.
A central Point
Beyond the Past
Where Hearts are Fixed
A White Spot in the Dark
That is
The Ethnic Rhythm
Of My Poets Pub Bits.
YOU ARE READING
The Hum Of Existence
PoetryThere's not much to tell, Except I Have much to say. And I Will everyday, So I've Learned & managed to express , A little more in a lot Less.
