Hine-MacIver-Jeffes
Yes, it's been a long time,
He said with a smile,
Looking almost sadly
To where the long grass brushed the sky;
Nothing ever changes
And yet nothing stays the same,
Growing older
Day by day.
It doesn't seem so long ago
Blind dog was hardly born,
We used to run from here to over there...
The empty voice balloon
Hung down from the old man's lips,
Snatching a sideways glance
He pulled down the sky
And wrote in cold white paint
"The End"
"Equity" I shouted,
"Can't seem to hear you" he murmured.