regret (Remove filter)
Stamping Ground
Not much goes on around my way;
It’s probably the same near you:
The brutes of buildings, boarded shops,
Unyielding gloom, the angry street,
The young, with nothing else to do.
So when they said I should join up,
I thought to myself: ‘Well, why not?’
It seemed a chance to break away
Into a blast of a cleaner air.
Nobody said I would get shot.
So now I lie be...
Sunday 17th December 2023 7:52 am
Recent Comments
David RL Moore on People You Meet On Holiday
1 hour ago
David RL Moore on Of what remains
1 hour ago
Manish Singh Rajput on A Parched Plant
3 hours ago
Manish Singh Rajput on Listening to a Woman of 103 Years of Age
4 hours ago
Stephen Gospage on There is Nothing Without Love
4 hours ago
John Coopey on HIGH AND MIGHTY
13 hours ago
John Marks on The Armenian Genocide 1915 - 1923
14 hours ago
Hélène on The Bird Feeder
15 hours ago
Telboy on HIGH AND MIGHTY
16 hours ago
Robert C Gaulke on Esoteric
18 hours ago