Eleven short slipped years.
A service to the nation.
A service to the poor.
A firework display.
A midnight crawl.
A thousand laid low words.
A hundred sweet sung notes.
A collision of hope.
A collision of sorts.
A collection of thoughts.
A connection of birds.
Eleven low left years;
Eleven sun stained years:
All I have to give.
All I gave I take back,
All I have you gave,
All you gave you will take back:
How many long low years?
28 June 1997
