Mark Dillon Poems

There are times when at my lowest ebb,
I always know you care.
I feel your aura all around me.
letting me know your there.
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When I get home at half past four,
my feet just dragging across the floor.
I just open the fridge and grab a beer.
It's icy cold and crystal clear.
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Silently the winter nights creep in.
The summer days have gone
And the Autumns rich colours are starting to thin
And the birds to the south have flown.
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I'm sitting here with a great big frown.
The feckin lights have broken down.
The producer is frantic and pulling out his hair.
If you've ever worked with him, that's not rare.
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I sometimes sit and wonder
why I treated you so bad.
And sent you home feeling
used and yes a little mad.
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Jack and Tim were boyhood friends
made the moves and kept up with the trends.
Up through the years, each had departed,
but when they returned, socialising re-started.
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From the day you came into this world,
a gift from God above.
A day of unrelenting joy,
a day just filled with love.
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There's an emptiness inside me.
It grows bigger every day.
It threatens to engulf me,
I feel lost, can't find my way.
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The strong autumn breeze,
the cold evening sun.
The swirling brown leafs winter journey has begun.
As they fall down to the waters edge
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Three tall ships cast off and set sail.
One made the trip, the other two failed.
They sailed into a tempest and the wild winds did wail.
The crew they were hardy, but they could not prevail
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