A new year? Crumbs of an old, wept over… lumped into unslept dreams… As time goes by, skin turns slowly into another shade of your younger soul...
Social Poem 3
"Does anybody here remember Vera Lynn?" No one out there to remember, no one to reply. Innocence is past, with no one to imagine what is was... Legions of faded poppies marching quietly over ashes of once resurrected hopes; When I was younger I remember dreaming about being older; now that I'm older I don't … Continue reading Social Poem 3