Paul Reed Poems

Old clock, you tick steady on the mantle
Taking footsteps, first left then right
One following endlessly the other
Counting away the seconds through the night;
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Between sleep and consciousness
In dull tones of regret,
I remembered the names
Of everyone I had ever met;
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The cool fresh air of the night was there to greet me
The stillness captured in the skies that had rained,
The unbridled shouts and screams and cries
Within the optimism of the departing day ingrained;
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The grim, grey light of the smothered moon
Rests in the crevices of the midnight garden,
Usurping the daylight dreams and cares
Watching the sly frost harden;
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The harsh winds pierce
And show winter's fangs fierce
Across the cold grey mottled sea,
Spume's blown sharp sword
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All of the things that would be forgotten
As the days and years pass
As Autumn turns to Winter
As the weeds invade the grass
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Stone may erode with the crashing waves
The road ahead, never straight, will wind,
Crooked the path it often paves
But I know you will always be kind;
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Faintly, through the grey morning
I heard the chiming of the Town Hall clock
Distantly counting it's stock;
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These familiar walls
That listened to the story of our lives,
Seen the glorious triumphs
The sad and sorry nosedives,
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In her swirling cloak of stars
The night hides her secrets
And absorbs my wonder as I gaze;
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