NIGEL SANDERS Poems

I've smoked my last cigarette
I started way too young
Had my first at the age of twelve
Flakes of tobacco left on my tongue
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I STARTED FISHING AS A SCHOOLBOY, LIKE MY FATHER AND HIS, BEFORE
ON A TWENTYFOUR FOOT, ONE MAST COBLE, WE USE TO FISH INSHORE
THE SEA IS IN MY BLOOD, SALTWATER FLOWS THROUGH MY VEINS
WEATHER BEATEN SKIN LIKE LEATHER, WITH MULTICOLOURED STAINS
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I'M TRAVELING HOME, I'M TRAVELING LIGHT
GOING TO GET BACK, IF IT TAKES ALL NIGHT
I'M SO HAPPY I COULD SING OUT LOUD
COS THE WOMAN I LOVE HAS DONE ME PROUD
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Some people call me laughing boy
Some say that I'm a clown
Until you've walked in my shoes
Please don't put me down
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The ash tray holds the ashes
From his smoked out cigarettes
With each new passing day
He's filled with more regrets
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THE MANDOLIN HANGS ON THE WALL
A ‘FOR SALE' SIGN THREAD BETWEEN THE STRINGS
JUST COLLECTING DUST IT SEEMS
FORGOTTON ARE THE SOUNDS IT BRINGS
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It was a Saturday when I first met you
I guess you'd call it fate
I was waiting for a friend
But he was running late
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YOU DUMPED ME JUST SEVEN DAYS AGO
A WEEK THAT SEEMED LIKE YEARS
AS YOU WERE DEAF TO ALL MY PLEAS
AND LAUGHED AT ALL MY TEARS.
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AS DAWN CREEPS ACROSS THE HORIZON
THE DARK OF NIGHT SURRENDERS TO A NEW DAY
COLOURS REAPPEAR FROM THEIR HIBERNATION
AS IF TO PAY HOMAGE TO THE SUNS FIRST RAY
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Her silky hair was blowing wild
From a gentle summer breeze
She was always here with me
Love came to us with ease
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