Tuesday, May 8, 2012

The Trio

The strangest thing seems to happen each year;
You seem to grow older, but have no fear!
While many an age has passed since our work,
And the imperial star dump is now
No longer our spacecraft; it's bent prow
Now bends it's benefits and all it's perks
To men and women we know not at all.
How far have we gone then? You, me, and him?
I'm talking about that hat, feather brim.
We seem to have come through a drawn out hall
From the Spring of our lives in bright lit May
Into the Summer heat of September;
Now all is gone, but we still remember
Our trio, now dispersed, and all of our play.

                                The Trio, (c) Luke Bennette, May 2012

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