By GeorgeHoward 08.2010
She never got on with the ‘Wembley look’
Somehow the hat, well it never quite stuck,
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He looked around him, the photographs, the music, his life.
Searching for answers, he looked at his kids and his wife.
He thought of the things that he’d done the good deeds and bad.
Remembering the help he’d given, in times of need, made him sad.
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I sat, the leaves whispering delicate incantations overhead,
A peace, not a silence, but an ancient wisdom washing over me.
A peace, born out of knowledge of battles, pains and torments.
Saturated in the walls, the earth, ages, and space.
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I wibble and wobble an tremble along,
Don’t look at me sideways, I’ll do you no wrong
I’ve just got to get there, no! Really I must!
If I stop in the sun, I’ll turn into a crust!
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Oh to hear again the early morning call,
See the dawn breaking in the distant sky,
The soft tread down the hall 'n' out the door.
The 'Tick! Tick! ' of the bicycle wheel, at the start of the journey.
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The sun, once more awakening dawn choristers.
Songbirds, sweet music, to make the genius composer weep.
Strolling once more down lanes, sentries of Hawthorn and Privet.
Now in uniforms new, garbs in shades of emerald.
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Jimmy sat on ‘his’ public bench, a smile on his face.
The sun shone down now, of the cold, no longer a trace.
The faces passed by, some taking him in, some full of scorn.
Many passing judgement, without knowing, a few torn,
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I stopped and stooped the other day,
I don’t know why, I’m sorry I just can’t say!
I held a daisy in my hand; it looked so small and fragile,
And then, as if not seen before, it did beguile
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If time does catch you by the elbow, do you turn?
No! Cast your mind onto the sea of future.
Set sail for unknown ports, across life's oceans.
Be not afraid of what's left behind! Face the beast Present.
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I walked in her shadow unseen and unknown,
I watched her move softly with grace all alone,
My heart dancing quickstep, in presence not,
I surround her, I follow, I enter her sleep,
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