The Original Series


There will come a time

When I won’t know myself

The old one from the young

One that becomes

Maybe a mask for Hallowe’en


I wonder if I’ll put up

The barricade between me

And young (in years) people

Forget that I was one

And used to see me then and there

And here for a long time


And will I talk of them

As if they had just landed

From Spain or from

Another planet

And will I rail about

Their demon music

And wonder where their generation’s going

While mine was worse about direction

Or destination


C L Couch



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