Someone said it: Time is a thief.

It takes a part of us each day.

At first, it doesn’t seem too much:

A single hair, a shard of skin,

A tiny speck of recollections;

But the tally mounts, the mirror

Documents this slippery slope.

Time, we know, is a one-way bet;

Such a lot goes unrecorded.

Our memories cannot keep up,

So even at our peak the gaps

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Everyone wants to grow old, but no one wants to be old.

All long to see the years in gentle rise,
Yet none would dwell where age has made its home;
The mirror bends the truth of weary eyes,
And hearts protest a fate they call their own.

The body, once a vessel tuned to speed,
Now trembles under weight of time’s command;
Each step recalls a fire that once would lead,
Now falters li...

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Anytown

this could be Anytown
so long as there’s a KFC
a Poundshop
and bookie
this could be Anytown
where kids stay inside
on Playstations
and hide
this could be Anytown
where all the pubs are closing
because folk stay in
boozing
this could be Anytown
where the only things that change
are the traffic lights
and pizza range
this could be Anytown
where strange fruit hangs from tr...

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beggared on this taunted key

eyes, long emptied stark hollows of jaundice,

no longer reflect the encirclement of youthful steel

and, thus cowered beneath such plumb altiloquence,

she finds herself now wimpled in a creeping green

where her walls bleed a jealous neglect

fish flaked the façade of dandruff drips

her autumnal fall into sorry stupor where

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