Radios Nothing New

Flight To Freedom

Half A Lie Half A Truth

Unhappy Weekend

Midas in Chains

Used to be so real
Used to spend and feel
His calling card was so neat
Used to be so complete

Lived his life so well
Everyday was so swell
The damsels at the door
Used to be so many more

He keeps his fortunes in chains
Pieces of gold that remain
Not seen the light of the day
Secreted, hidden away

He’d toast the halcyon days
In oh so many ways
The many things he would do
Until his heart was torn in two


Neil Sanderson