GOOD OLD CEMENT, X10 from elsewhere Options

[Alan]

GOOD OLD CEMENT

We’ll shoot the breeze and pine for home
we’ll beat our chests, hearts throb with pain
we’ll permeate these foreign parts
and then - we’ll do it all again

We’ll breathe mind’s air, tingling of “there”
we’ll hale old memories from deep glass
we’ll axe the present, shed sweet tears
and glorify some ancient past

Our flow, it’s one of “Good Old Days”
and yet, how was it that we went ?
Perhaps small death when we “escaped”
what wasn’t faced, set in cement ?

Alan McAlpine Douglas

Challenge words : breeze pine beat throb
permeate breathe tingling hale axe flow