Gung-Ho Poem by Stanley Cooper

Gung-Ho



No place to go
Nothin’ to do
Down in the mouth
Feelin’ so blue

Can’t find the knack
Of being Gung-ho
To return to the fast track
Instead of the slow

Oh to be young again
To be like a kid
It ain’t gonna happen
We can’t do what we did

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