Paul Warren Poems

Lying dead on an operating table
Blood everywhere was the end of their struggle
What do we now do - does his family come through?
How do they see him in this state true?
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We go to the viewing room
It is stark and the family will be there soon
The bright light won't hide the hole
So we put a white towel around his head whole
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There is a time to laugh and sing
To think of a brighter life to bring
And leave the sadness of the world behind
To seek out the sun and fun to find
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The search for immortality
We all would like a place in eternity
The question is how are we remembered
After our deaths to have our memory extended
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What makes people seethe so that anger is bred?
Is it a piece of cloth around a lady's head
A religion that is not the same
Or the colour of your skin that's not in your frame
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They stand or sit and look out at us
Some eyes show the sadness but not a fuss
At the beginning the adventure meant
To go overseas with mates a good time spent
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The gum leaves glisten in the afternoon sun
As the warm breeze makes them move as one
The stubble stands lopped off as the harvester passes
The farmer sits in an air conditioned bliss as he masters
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I wanna go back
To feel a smile on my face
And be not at all flat
To feel no need to set the pace
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In April 1945 he was 56 years old
And in defeat this last story is told
The nest of vipers has its last party made
But in a deep concrete bunker they did fade
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When sitting together and reading other's poems
You tread a track not so well known
They can be a glance into another's soul
And make understanding of others you're goal
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