Too Long Jack – 16th January 2023

Those words came to me each night
But I could find no pen to write
Wondering what it is you do
Since those times we once knew
Racing hearts and chasing dreams
Of racing carts and laser beams
The world was ours for the taking
Or to be born of our making
Pages wait for this ink’s touch
What to say, there’s just too much
I hope you recall all we did
Loving the slippery slopes we slid