John Fenton Mcleish

Once Upon A Time - Poem by John Fenton Mcleish

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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Poem Submitted: Monday, August 1, 2016

Poem Edited: Monday, August 1, 2016

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