THE PARTY. 

With one Foot in the Past,
We gather,
 "To Party"

Taking Pyms all Summer Long,
With Apples in the Orchard,
And Grapes on the Vine,

Our Party Begins,
With Coloured Balloons,
 Rising,
 Waving,

Distant,
With Smiles,
Just as We Would Dance,
To reminisce,
Feeding our Faces,
Like Children,
Behind our own insecurity's,
For your Tomorrow will 
Surely come,
With the Going down of our Sun. 

 

 

By Andrew Fry.
Dads 70th Party 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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