Too Late To Bind Old Wounds
Words meant so much to him too
The punchy lyric told you what to do
It was what he wanted to say
Instead of just wasting it anyway
What bollocks, yeah man
Here was where he made his stand
The solitary one in his plan
Too far now from where it began
Opening his old wounds
Too late to bind them he swoons
Just drag yourself on
March on singing your sad songs.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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