Carry on Fighting…
I drink too much; I smoke too much; I am afraid too much. I want to be so brave, but fear the consequences of my actions. So I write, poorly, but I write and hope to inspire another to take the actions I am currently afraid to take. The actions I walked forward to, happy in my intentions so many years ago.
Do not misunderstand; I was brave and at the forefront of our struggle in the 1970s. I am older- older and weaker than my age allows.
While stubborn in my beliefs, we need new blood to carry the banner on.
‘And ‘ere their limbs grew stiff and cold, their life’s blood died its every fold’.