poem of the day January 29

Sing another

song boys

the world has grown 

old and bitter

Where have all

the sixties gone

long time ago

long time passing

The answer 

my friend

has dropped 

from the wind

So the loser now

will be losing again

Yesterday all

our troubles

were so far away

now it seems 

they are

here to stay

A Google haze

is all around 

Don't know

if up is down

In a white room

with black curtains

where the shadows

run from themselves

Twas then when

the hurdy greedy girly man

came singing songs of hate

Whatever it is, that girl

put a spell on democracy

Where have all the flowers gone

When will we ever learn

When will we ever learn?