Poetry

Just the Other Day

By 1st January 2006December 9th, 2019No Comments

Where grown men stand and weep
Whether summer’s sun, or winter’s rain.
It neither cleanses,
Nor washes way their pain

Where stood once a crowd of youths
A few old men now endure.
And at the setting of the sun,
And at the ending of this day

Their memory is as fresh
As though it had happened,
Not 20 years ago,
But just the other day

James Love

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