Don Pengilly

My heart is still young
But I feel out of place
Almost non existent
Not part of the race
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Ship lay up in the bay
Till east wind abates it stay
Perhaps they wait for orders till
It’s on their way the holds to fill
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Sleepless nights belong to me
As if that’s all there is to be
My nights seem oh so long
Thoughts buzzing round my head
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What’s life without purpose
I guess something near hell
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Have you ever noticed
When some people talk to you
They always want to say their bit
And never listen, true!
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Alas night brings forth the dawn
The daylight shouts that tis morn
And aching limbs steal forth from bed
First tiresome bod then aching head
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Walk cliff paths of Cornwall
And all its majestic past
You will see the occasional fisherman
From which his rod is cast
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Inflexibility how I hate you
So intolerant no benefit of doubt
So inconceivably intolerant
Your totally evil is your shout
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There’s nothing I like better
Than a good old British brew
In fact I’d go one better
And have not one but two
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I know as children we all say
We have the greatest mums
But my mums something special
Not just goods at sums
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To wish you Happy Birthday
May seem inappropriate now
But there’s always time to celebrate
And look beyond the brow
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To Lie in wait for death
While cancer has its sway
With family surrounding her
Outside a gloomy day
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The birds they sing so sweetly
Beneath the canopy
Of trees arranged so neatly
In the shadows you can see
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No pain no gain I here you say
At the end of the day someone has to pay
Put the cost of living up if you may
The wealthy do not suffer
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For us such rarity a site
To see around us virgin white
Like fitted carpet wall to wall
Not one footprint I recall
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The fellowship to which belong
Starts with worship and with song
The company of angels there
Lift voices sweet beyond compare
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Be content in all that you do
Inconsistency only makes you feel blue
Like chasing the sun on a cloudy day
Makes heart faint, takes your peace away
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Winter's gloom put to bed
Springtime brings new things
Long cold nights set aside as dead
Springtime new life brings
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Come now Holy Spirit
In this holy hour
Speak to hearts receptive
Fill us with your power
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Time seems to pass one by
April, May June, July
Springtime summer autumn to
Winter comes with feelings blue
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