Ah----But That Was Then
Missing all my freedoms.
Winter skies so gray and joyless.
Each day the master cracks his whip.
Tears roll down my cheeks, and I bite my lip.
Love and care is a place to come from.
Not bullheadedness and arrogance.
So, I stay at home and live on in past
freedom's gentle, loving buoyance.
The best leaders all had big hearts.
Not led by Mc Carthy like witch hunts.
But were builders not destroyers of men.
Ah, my frienda, but that was then.....
1-29-2021
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Copyright © Panagiota Romios | Year Posted 2021
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