Poetry

These days get harder
And I'm staring at old father times
There's very little in the larder
And the mirror on the wall shows only lines

If I could turn back the page 
Or hold back the hands of time  
If only I could turn back the page 
And chase away this inner rage 

The nights are lonely
And I'm sitting by the fire
There are no dreams now
Just the scars of their desire

If I could turn back the page
Or hold back the hands of time
If only I could turn back the page
And chase away this inner rage

They say there's no looking back
So what does the future hold
There's no colour only black
No warmth only the cold

The wealthy did alright
In whatever this world gave
While the rest of us were left
To be thankful for what we have 

If we could turn back the page
Or turn back the hands of time 
If only we could turn back the page