all our yesterdays
On the wind and sun
there's a message to convey
of hope and rebirth
of chances to play
Shorn of the need
we stand attention to plate
and skirmish all our yesterdays
Where were you
when we were being ourselves
The August people sneered
we longed for the west
where colours turn to gold
Copyright © Antony Glaser | Year Posted 2023
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