Each day is
The start of something
New, that ho-hum message
We were hammered with
All these years, and which
At 80, I now suspect is in-
Deed true but I also
Seem to recall too few
Town criers remonstrating
To the tune of
I told you so but you
Weren’t listening to the beat
Of that thumping boot-
Tromping music blues,
Were you?
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