Junk Talk Poet

Old, Old Days - Poem by Junk Talk Poet

The goodbyes roll on tongue tips,
Cavorting along the roadside
Waving down a lift out of old, old ways
From the dingy streets and conflict collides

With good old friends from old, old days.
When pub pipes once flowed
And choking strangers in the pollution
Of another man's cigarette slowed
To greet the morning,
The birds still barely singing.

Topic(s) of this poem: nostalgia

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Poem Submitted: Monday, July 3, 2017

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