Poetry

Thursday, 7 December 2023

Horizons

 All's well they say

Down in hotwells

All's well

Like a mermaid's

flag

The love that was flown

In the rotting fish crown

Soon will be worn by the hag


And the man that was bright 

And full in youth

Must search for the will

To survive

There are more than ships

On the horizon

That go down

When you close your eyes


I see in you all that's infinite

That we give it away down the line

Our children inherit the Earth

But what will it be worth in good time?


No, for ours is not for saving

Ours is only lived in our own time

The future belongs to those others

Who will have to live with our crimes


Yet they will have love and courage

Theirs is youth in its prime

And where we may wish to run for cover

They will fight on with hearts that shine


And now as I'm leaving

I say adieu

All the stage is worth living through

And fighting for a chance to save your brother

And fighting for a chance of love one more time

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