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A yearning for a return to times when life was easy.


Submitted:Dec 20, 2007    Reads: 126    Comments: 5    Likes: 4   


If unspoilt Caribbean sands

were my childhood

Complete with doting palm trees

and crystal topped seas

Then the yellow rivers of Manhattan

are my here and now


Forever caught in a tide

of too much to do

There are no one way tickets

back to yesterday

Only a hole ridden vessel

destined to sink into tomorrow





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