The Yellow Brick Road

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  1. Posted February 12, 2024 at 6:15 am | Permalink

    The Ship bearing my dreams sails out of sight;

    A day late and a dollar short, the story of my life missed the bus,
    not one to cause a fuss, being of kind working class,
    means you are ignored and sometimes opportunities pass,
    you beckon and call , a yearning to board that train,
    but on the platform you remain, wrong station it could be,
    the only one I know, passive Acceptance of my place in society’s order,
    the bottomless pit, is this it !!
    but I’ll never quit my quest, nor ever give it a rest,
    my ambition to succeed, to be recognised, for who I am,
    I have a master plan, to keep on pushing the boundary ever further over hills and vales,
    with a determination not to fail, or call it a day,
    the game of life is one I can play.

    Anthony MC Gann.

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