It Just Isn’t Fair! - Poem by Mark Heathcote
Childhood, seen reflected through a train window.
Can be a sad affair—even if your designation?
Somehow takes you to a sunny-seaside resort.
That has donkey-rides, with jingling-silver-bells
Or even a funfair, with a twisting-roller-coaster
A word like it just isn’t fair!
Generally, crop up out of thin air.
As the train chugs along you resent being young
You begrudge being a part of the luggage
You resent someone else is in charge
Not just you but also your destination.
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