The Unremembered Poem by Stephen Brian Brady

The Unremembered



somewhere in the white noise
at the blurred edges of sight

the unremembered


they almost
might have made a difference
to it all

swung it
filled a space

now
should we

as the others slope away

with the last coin for the juke-box
make another play

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Stephen Brian Brady

Stephen Brian Brady

Lancashire England
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