I sometimes see those old white cliffs Behind my closed eyelids
Memories of yesteryear the places I have lived
The beauty of my homeland, the pomp and pageantry
Fish n chips, buttered scone’s and all it means to me

My new homes also beautiful, with wonders from coast to coast
From liberty to Alcatraz the sights I like the most
It's heritage so different the people so diverse
Yet the reason for it's cultures has now become it's curse

We all want immigration it's what's made us who we are
From ships to Ellis island and explorers from a far
But we also want security and safety for our people
So come in through the front door and make your entry legal
                                          Trevor Reynolds 2019

The clouds have gathered overhead
My demons all assemble
Reflecting on the man I was
Who now I don't resemble
I hide my pain behind a smile
But why am I pretending
I've read this book a thousand times
There is no happy ending

Racked with pain each days the same
The joys of life forgotten
Falling down amidst the crowd
My very soul downtrodden
Yet still I laugh or tell a joke
I make my eyes tell lies
They do not care of the load you bear
Or a man that secretly cries

They cannot cure they just subdue
With therapy and sedation
You stand by a deserted railroad track
On an empty derelict station
You know the train will never come
Yet you search for its arrival
With the office closed you cannot buy
A ticket for your survival.
                     Trevor Reynolds 2019