Rolling On Poem by Paul Brookes

too many scratching out
too little inspiration
days dragging dead weights
chaos centres all
the mirror reflects love and hate
Janus stares both ways
to the future and the past

light fades till it's but a spark
what so we do to ignite decency
erase greed.

normal times the say will return.
there are no normal times
just times.
old men hug the reliquary of the past
the young the opening flower of the future.

in the end all things must pass.