Once Upon A Time Poem by John Fenton Mcleish
Once Upon A Time
how I long to fight
raging against the machine
to die in battle
but now I've become too old
false teeth, grey hair, going bold
once upon a time
i'd have fought round after round
revelled in the pain
but now I must take a nap
so tired I must rest my back
always remember
the boozing and dancing days
seem to fade away
my best has gone to the past
to these dreams I now must grasp
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