Those without life’s earnest pain,
love eludes their barren lives,
every path we ever trod;
our fate, conclusion nears.
Hollow months spent to fix,
precious love never lost.
a paradox of truth;
lamentable futility.
Neath shimmering winter scene
the Forest of Bowland awaits
bearing reverent testimony,
to sincerity and love.
Fulfilment to embrace
realisation of dreams,
beginning of a journey,
all roads have lead to here.
Published in the Mudhutter Football Express October 2010
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