Days of Wine and Roses… #Poetry

 

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Wine and Roses

The days of wine and roses are behind us now

hidden by mist as we disappear from memory

The young ones no longer remember us

We are old Gods that danced on the head of a pin

The river no longer flows in our favour

Our lives turn to myth and legend, to be put aside

 like childhood toys. How easy they forget.

We do not disappear. We reform, returning

to take our rightful place in men’s psyche

we dance on the head of a pin once more

taste the sweet wine,

walk through the rose gardens we made.

Your earth belongs to us, we return…

AAAAA

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