Past times will always sing, night and day.
Their songs can slow and hold you still,
and howl your younger years in their sway.
But your precious time isn’t for the dead.
Burn your ghosts hanging from the rafters.
Look forward. Straight ahead.
Past times will always sing, night and day.
Their songs can slow and hold you still,
and howl your younger years in their sway.
But your precious time isn’t for the dead.
Burn your ghosts hanging from the rafters.
Look forward. Straight ahead.
Nesbit and Gibley 
You rascal you! You lull me into reverie, float me away on a dream. Then the wake-up slap, lol. Very nicely done
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Thanks mate, happened to me whilst I was writing and knew I had to get a poem out about it.
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