Paul Warren Poems

Each day you lived was a task
No ending just a sorrow to the last
You made a home for your family
With wife Nancy daughters Jane Arnna and son Grant so happily
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Is it the day that gets me this way
It starts out so small and doesn't go away
And it doesn't mater what I do or say
I picture you smiling like it was yesterday
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I sat down to write this for you
To tell your story all the way through
I struggled with the words
Each line a truth to be heard
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Clothes in a wardrobe still so neat
Your favourite fragrance makes it so complete
A task set without choice for me
To sort your things not so easily
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As When the Great War started he was in line
To be a six bob a day tourist he was inclined
So he joined up and went home to his love
And when she heard it she prayed to God above
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We dance together swaying to the musical display
Whilst the soul-full bass guitar is in a perfect play
The lights are low and we are alone in the room
The night and the music in an unending swoon
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The clouds drift across
The wind blows the rain through
Life returns again
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Our soldiers wear it proudly on their chest
And it makes them stand out from the rest
It is only given to soldiers who have been in combat
With laurels and a bayonet in bronze with a pin on the back
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The decision was made
As it is the end of the matter
Further discussion will not fade
As it is the end of the matter
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How do we feel safe in this modern world?
Can we now walk in public and not be felled?
When looking to find safety is it better that I don't know?
And live in bliss with no apprehension to show
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