Mark Heathcote (22/03/66 / Manchester)
You Must Learn To Love It
The world is a bitter foe
You must learn to love it.
“Boys as a man” as ye grows.
As your faculties, fade.
Each battle, henceforth…
Toe to toe, until…
All that remains, is’
The husks of a cartridge shell.
That says “Dignity and Strength”
Was once the root of an oak?
But now there’s just an acorn…
Meters away from; its empty cup.
Yes, the tree of life has fallen, wallop!
But give it faith child - it’ll shapeup
Life and death, boy
It’s just a hiccup.
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