Gentle breeze across the beach
So many things now out of reach
Ghostly shadows stretch out
Memories I find hard to think about
Is there cause to be righteous
In these days that are contentious
Feel your way ahead
Stand up be counted instead
Lonely days that are hard
Two steps forward and lose a yard
Wasted days leak away
With me now would you stay.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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