Carry On Poem by Edmund V. Strolis

Pull a rabbit from a worn out hat, a coin from behind an ear
Sorry if I don't applaude at that
But I have spent too many years here

I thought that you were fresh and new, I found it was an act
You did what people often do
By taking without giving back

No I do not blame you now, you are only human after all
Still, I should have known better somehow
I built a bridge that met your wall

Now my heart feels only pity, for a soul that could not feel
On this island in the city
My country past now seems surreal

No more words from me, my ghostly presence will soon be gone
I must set my spirit free
Lick my wounds and carry on.