Dorothy Pimblett Poems

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1.
Growing Old

Holding hands like two small children;
They stood waving through the window.
For a moment time stood still,
As the anguish of the past and present
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2.
The Little Boy

The child looked up, with eyes so bright!
Like limpid pools of soft brown light.
The old man stood, and waited for,
A sign! A signal!
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