04/08/2016
Hours drizzle away
Like the July rain
That fills little buckets
And leave empty the baskets
Moments are shaved off
Like granules from the cube
And we watch as our lives time
Melt slowly like candle wax
We ask the same questions
Again and again
Where is the promised change
Where are the proffered solutions
Legend has it
Our 'foreparents' asked the same question
Opinion polls have it
Our children will seek the same answers
Provided
The centre still holds
Till enough they are old
To reason the questions we now pose
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