Poetry

Sunday, 24 May 2020

Start over again

For every boom there is a bust
For every doom, there is a lust
A hope in despair to carry on
Oh don't give up old Harry John

For every broom there is the dust
For every loom there is a rust
Oh can you tell me where they've gone
Simon, Peter, Luke and John

The friends we had they've walked on by
Down a different road they try
And some roads crumble crack and crust
Some they rise up to the sky
All the ways we do what we must
Fearless warriors of time and trust

For every hero there is a villain
For every Deniro there is a Dylan
But don't walk on your own
Even when you walk your own line
Everything has an end
My dear friend
And everything has a beginning
Just take courage to stand up
And start it all over again

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