In truth there can be no real excuse <br />for the actions of the black sheep <br />But to use that label is too enable <br />oneself to destroy and yet feel cheated. <br /> <br />There are memories most are dark <br />the contrast of midnight wailings <br />and buttercup picking on a Folkstone <br />hilltop chisel this heart some more. <br /> <br />And as history repeats itself we <br />watch the speeding train of regret- <br />unstopable, it mocks us when passing. <br /> <br />In the distance as feet sink into <br />sand, A father battles the inevitable- <br />building a sand dam for his delighted <br />children- this mind is elswhere. <br /> <br />Tiny fingers grip older more fragile <br />hands. Dear children I wish not to <br />misdirect you but these words are <br />written in the blackened blood of a <br />age old family name. <br /> <br />Follow your heart, keep hold of your <br />goodness, Love is permanent, <br />Relationships are not.<br /><br />Not Long Left<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/skegness-beach-still-no-closure/
