Monday's Rain 2018 Version

We’ve been lost all these years in time across the ocean A license to yearn for a litany of emotion, Our youthfulness to burn in a life of devotion An intellect to earn an ideal, a whim a notion. Yet hazy days to remember a hillside to laze on Sunrise in harmony Sailor fields to gaze upon, Morning dew highlighting the view, spiders weaving rayon Ilkley tarn a glistening stage to majestic swan. Jiving with bees to the foxy on the record label Our youth now gone, a flash to display to enable, A new generation to care for and to listen to this our fable Of reams of mementos, with pints of beer on the table. Together we made it the good times, the pain Someone to talk with and walk with in Monday’s rain! © Harry J Horsman 2018