David Barlow Poems

Everyone will have a year they never forget and for a number of reasons mine is 1966.

I was 18 and King of the Hill in 66, knew it all, but knew nothing at all.
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You came to me again last night,
And in my dreams I held you so tight.
I smell your sweet perfume and touch your warm skin,
Your face so clear, your lips so near.
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Live, Love, Laugh there may be no tomorrow.
This thing I read and made me think,
Of just how short our life is.
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First there’s the build up the tension inside.
The feelings and longings you just can not hide.
Weeks of waiting and wanting with cold lonely nights.
For the warmth and the closeness that we feel tonight.
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I should be happy and I’m not,
And I really don’t know why.
I should be happy and I’m not,
I really could sit down and cry.
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I got to thinking the other day.
About you and me and senile decay.
Will I still be red hot when I’m sixty four.
Will you still turn me on as you did years before.
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I don’t know your name but they call you Fawn,
How that just fits your delicate form.
I saw in your eyes the first time we met,
That you were quite special and not like the rest.
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Britannia smiles o’er Lakes and Hills
Such beauty never seen
It takes your breath
It makes you proud
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Regimental Sergeant Major James Corrigan MC,
A regular Soldier in World War One,
Was Mortally wounded whilst saving another.
He got an appointment to see the King,
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