The longest light, the shortest night,
Have passed and now are gone,
And twenty-twenty stumbles on,
A dark phenomenon.
A memory to mark a life,
While I in fear live through it;
Live in purdah, taste the bile,
Trying not to lose it.
But hope and love they bear me on,
Counter my dejection;
Dark skies above will turn to blue
And counter this infection.
A nice optimistic note
I really like this Roland, it’s am upbeat ending as Derrick points out, the I also enjoy the rhythm and rhyme, it rollocks along at a fair pace but is as smooth as silk!
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Thanks, much appreciated, Nigel.