Paul Warren Poems

What will I say
On the last day
Will it be
The sum of me
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Do you sometimes see
People ticking over in neutral
When it is blatantly obvious
The gears aren't engaged
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Chaos seems to work
The never ending combination
Of turning cogs of time and things
That make up this world
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The Japanese have a communal bathing tradition
They gather in a bath house of their own volition
But this practice was falling out of favour
And people wanted to try this and savour
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Gathering gloom you will see
The sun sinks to the horizon
Birds settle in the trees tops
Headlights of the cars turn on
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We should be able to practice
Those things that really matter
To have more than one go at it
So that any potential mistakes made
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'I'm a better man than you are'
As we faced each other that day
'You may get a couple of hits in
But I will destroy you in the end'
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Red dust and sun
Flat plain to the horizon
Gibber Desert stones
Polished by a long gone sea
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To die on duty
Means glory for those left
And heartache and sadness
For your family and friends
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I think of friends
That have gone before
And ache for their friendship
Some were cut down a long time ago
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