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Apology from the Sixties

     
On the steps
of the Roundhouse  
the tug of a jew's harp  
soothed the tremble in my soul  

The crowd burned incense  
sparks nestling in a forest of hair  
framing the innocence of youth  
with broody hopes not heard today  
while the dream that love
could conquer all
gently stalked wonders in our eyes  
  
We painted stars on clouds
called each other 'man'
and you could hear
the heart of the universe beat  
although in secret
away from the war between us and them  
we were ready  
to burn down banks  
  
We were all set  
to change the world for good  
and now I'm sorry  
we never did  
So if it's not too late  
I'll apologise now--  
for all those things
we failed to do
Written by Abracadabra
Published | Edited 12th Mar 2016
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