David Lewis Paget Poems

He walked on up to the cottage from
The cliff, the long way round,
He didn't want to be seen or heard,
His footsteps made no sound,
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She lay so pale, under a veil
On the hard mortician's tray,
A tube ran down from her artery
And her blood was seeping away,
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‘I think I’ve come to the end of things, ’
He said, without a tear,
‘But I don’t mind, for I cannot find
A reason to be here.
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‘I always wanted to see your face, ’ she said,
She was teasing me,
I’d gone along to our twentieth wake
Since we’d been divorced, and free.
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Always a bit of a mystery,
She lived in a seaside shack,
Would go to town when the sun was down
The widow of Martin Black.
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She’d gone on her own to the party,
But sadly, for she was alone,
Her partner had left her in limbo,
Had not even said he was going.
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‘I’m coming to get you now, ’ he said,
‘I’m coming to get you tonight! ’
Derek sat with his headset on,
His face was white with fright.
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He was nothing if not successful,
Grant Overman with his pen,
Everything that he seemed to write
Was well received back then,
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‘There are times and tides in every life,
There are things we never planned, ’
The old man said to his grandson there
As he took him by the hand,
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They said he was always a hothead,
As a kid he’d scream and shout,
He got so bad, made his mother mad
That his father locked him out.
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