archie langford Poems

Sleep, blessed sleep desert me not
But let your tender hands caress my eyes,
And all my aching body steep
in thy luxurious paradise.
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Hoidays are very well
But like all else they have to end,
And we must leave their magic spell-
We slaves of life and condesend
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And all for what?
we die be it soon or late,
for death is our only certain fate.
And vet how we humans strive
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Oh that I might dance once more,
Dance in the old fashioned way,
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Recently I`ve learned a trick
To always take my walking stick.
When I enter shops or stores
Kind folk jump to open doors
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Mother`s cooking

I remember on Mondays
The first day of the week,
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They call me a cynic
cause my feet`s on the ground
And I don`t look at life
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The soft white snow was calling,
From the Alpine mountain waste
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Searching.

In vain I search but I search on,
Along life`s lonely corridor,
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Where do wrinkles come from,
That`s what I`d like to know,
Last time I looked I had not one
That was thirty years ago
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