Flagging
The flag hangs limply now,
its better days blowing behind it,
it's colours fading.
I remember when its vibrancy
shone like the sunshine
as it billowed softly.
The flag hangs limply now,
behind me, just like my dreams
and I cannot touch tomorrow.
poem by Ruth Walters
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