Vision
Mr Edwards has gone to bed
he is trying to forget
what is gnawing at him,
a self made man
he cant help but prevaricate
Mr Jones is glad
across the fields
daffodils sway
he is an younger version
his vision is different
but the sun is still shining
You sit with memories
talking to the flowers
they have so much to say
the streets are lined with gold
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