Some days are diamonds as the song goes
And others need to be forgotten as I know
But how do you wipe the slate clean?
And return to the place where you'd rather have been
Just to be able to close my eyes shut tight
And not remember the things that were not right
Once my uniform is not worn any more
I hope there is time to forget I implore
So now 'No more I will say '
Bring down the curtains right away
And I never want to think of any of them
The victims, the forsaken and the dead in the end.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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