Poems

Where are the lines that once were clearWhen what was right and what was dearA promise made by all of usMore perfect bonds and lesser fuss. The promise wasn’t absoluteWe have to sacrifice and saluteEquality is what we bought…The price was paid by those who faught. Old Ironside has come to restIn the evening sailing […]

The moments buildThe memory lostAmong the treesAmid the frostA shower cameAnd then the rustSeasons changeMovement tossedAside in timeThe beating brokeWithin my breastNow the hollowCavern claimsAn emptinessBut whose to blameA heart was neverMeant to beStole awayIn misery.