Paul Warren Poems

A rose blooms bright
As the day radiates sunlight
From the jagged thorned stem
Natural beauty perfumed in colour it extends
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What I would give to sit and smile again
Together with the old breed and a beer to expend
We would tell our stories and have a good laugh
As the night hours continued with each round of draught
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I remember the little things
The friendly smile on a cobber's face
The gentle cool breeze on a summer's night cordon
The first cooling touch of the sea after a day shift
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I sit thinking of the old days in such a ring
Of sipping beer and laughing when mate ship was a special thing
We were all together at the end of shift
Special times when war stories were told bold if you get my drift
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Did you stand
When others ran
Did you comfort
When others cried
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I remember The Beatles playing on television
One Saturday afternoon in black and white vision
They had suits without collars and Beatle boots
The Mersey Beat played loud for a musical hoot
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When I last saw you my heart was broken in two
For the end had come so quickly I didn't know what to do

Was it too hard as we said your last good-byes
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Did you see the sun glare down in silent distain
And the dust devils dance across the plain
When you stood on the highway black ribbon
Did the tar feel sticky as the heat was striven
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Will it end without a shout
Will the necessary be all it's about
And will there be tears shed for me
On your cheeks for all to see
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Settle in your favourite chair
Lay back and sink into it
The creak of the leather is a comfort
Surround yourself with the spoils
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