Ageing
I was raised in sea of defiance
and my tired Zephyr has lost its sound
I have lost all colour
I am lost in a rattled cage
and ageing fast
Speaking in tounges
I have seen your everyday jamboree
Although the seasons were roughshod
did we not bleed too
Copyright © Antony Glaser | Year Posted 2022
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