Stefano's Poem

Our past can't be redone.

All those days are done.

The past is gone.

I opened my eyes with hope of good future.

No amount of colour can change the blue in the world.

But we can fight it.

My cats are purling we are all hurling [as in like all hurling of happiness]

The future will wait for you

So you must go before it does.

Now spread those wings and head for the stars.

No matter how far you may go,

You must go further and further.

The future is uncertain.

No way for us to see.

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