Paul Warren Poems

When my time has come and my end I find
You will be the last thought on my mind
Your soft caress in love’s embrace
Will be the last I remember of this world’s grace
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The ice hung from the station building at Dachau camp
The sun struggled to light the scene in the wet and damp
In the distance a steam train whistle blows announcing its arrival
As the SS guards stamp their feet in their cold revival
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So now if you give flowers to someone who needs cheering
You will be emotionally stable, successful and more caring
Flowers have evolved to attract insects for pollinating
So they are colourful and smell nice for insects not limiting
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There was a time when I thought I was strong
And nothing could hurt me and I'd get along
They gave me this blue suit and it made me a superman
And I would always be able to handle everything in a plan
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I remember the smile on your dial
And how you would stay just for a while
But the time became hours all along
Whilst we laughed and sang our song
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They are craftsmen who know their work well
Their cameras on their shoulders with a story to tell
They have been around, seen and done it all
Making movies is their business in SAPOL's call
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We who are left are called to your last parade
Standing in silence our memories do not fade
We leave the space where you once stood
And a tear runs down our cheeks as it should
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At the end of the day
Rest and close your eyes
Your work is over
The night has won
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People are ordinary in what they want
I think fame can be a bit of a font
Where you are forced to go it it often
To drain away fear to be forgotten
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Looking and Searching
Hoping and Dreaming

That love will be seen
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