What now, should we like prodigals return;
Would we be then restored to our design?
Were we as fools to quit when we could earn;
To put our skills and hopes in foreign time?
A chance to venture forth, to disobey;
Releasing our impressions from the vice.
To flee the stubborn ways of yesterday;
Should fear the haunted airs of dead advice?
Enough of this, give leave to what we say,
Be we in finer wines or meagre purse.
If this our one mistake, forever pay,
Then let us be our killer or our nurse.
Weighed even from the past what we have done;
Let laugh or cry each day what we’ve become.
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Tony Grannell (
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A master poet lives in this poem. Such classic form and wording. It rings of yesterday indeed. The subject too is a questioning of our return to old ways that we had fought so hard to overcome. It is so well put in rhetorical question form. I truly love this piece a fave
Your lovely response gladdens the heart and is very much appreciated.
All the best,
Tony.
This has such a wonderfully classic feel and it speaks profound truth. Laugh or cry, perhaps both at the same time, that's where we are right now. Well written. Tony. A fave. 🌹👏
Thank you very much Tristan, your words find me, very happy.
Kind regards,
Tony.
You are most welcome, my friend!
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