Roll call for regulars

Friends and foes
history echoes
with their names.

If we accept what we’re told
we should expect to get old
never knowing the truth.

The fallen will rise
some with hate in their eyes
others with love in their hearts.

If life is a great lottery
there must be a ticket
in the pot for me
or else
what is the point?

In some unlit hallway
another day lays waiting
watching the evening dig in.

© 2020, John Smallshaw.