Second Post
Some more poetry for you lot. Missing all you guys. It gets fairly boring when you are the only one left at University.
Here’s the poem:
Highlights and Brightlights
Superficial
It takes time for these wounds to heal,
the scars of love
the kiss of poison.
This is no generation anthem
because fuck it! I can’t help ‘em
No words that I could say would help them
today.
The law says make them pay,
because the binge drinking law went down in two glugs,
along with the drugs.
Let’s put it this way,
we look back and recognise what is seen,
not what could have been.
Mistakes and half-baked schemes,
hitting the bars in teams.
Let us not look at the bad,
because bloody hell it can get awful sad.
Remember the highlights and brightlights of that far away town.
