Elegy To Lost Childhood Poem by Frances M

Frances M

Frances M

Wales, the land of sheep and strange accents

Elegy To Lost Childhood



the little things inside our heads
all seemed as real as rain,
knew nowt about taxation, mortgages or pain,
then they came and scooped them out.
monsters! from above
and fantasy was no longer truth
and we grew facial fuzz.

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