Terry Donovan Poems

Old Mother Hubbard
Went to the windmill
To see her daughter, Nancy.
When she got there,
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As though running - in borrowed legs,
He lumbers across the table-top,
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'Don't put flowers on my grave each day
Or cry into your pillow every night.
Just think of me when I am gone away
And know that where I am I'll be all right.
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They stood at the graveside, two strangers
But so much in common to share;
One was his wife, one his mistress.
Both of them had to be there.
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When I wake in the morning, will I find
That this was nothing but a lavish dream,
A magic moment conjured in the mind,
A mirage with a wishful-thinking theme?
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Grandad said
'Being dead
Is not too bad at all.
You can chose to work
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I stand once more beside the silent sea,
A last look at the sun's last look at me.
The rusty sky gives way to coming night,
The sun, now done, slips slowly out of sight.
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Tomorrow is too late
Too soon
When coming together
Means parting
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Alarm bell rings
Blackbird sings
Sun greets open eyes
Sleep was clover
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I never thought that knowing you
And loving you the way I do
Would be enough to satisfy.
But I will love you til I die.
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