David Lewis Paget Poems

Annette, she was a Worthingham
And Karen, she was a Lee,
But both of them were adopted
In the war, in '43.
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Deep in the gloom of her bedroom,
Young Kathy dried her tears,
It wasn't as bad as the red room
She'd been banished to for years,
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His wife was due on the midnight plane
That was coming from Beijing,
He got to the airport early so
He wouldn't miss the thing,
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The three of us had been travelling
For weeks, and were getting tired,
We'd taken pictures of everything
And our visas had expired,
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What happens to love that's neglected,
What happens with absence of care,
When only the shrug of indifference
Is left for you both to share.
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They have me chained in this noisome cell
With its smells, its moans and shrieks,
No wonder they call it Bedlam for
I haven't slept in weeks,
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He called for me from his hospital bed,
He needed a priest, and soon,
The old man lay in his disarray
In the cool of the afternoon,
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Too often in this gaping land
I’ve wandered helpless, like some man
Whose art was squandered in the drought,
Bereft within, burnt dry without
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'Get rid of those old shoes, ' she said,
'Their time has come and gone.'
I looked down at my battered soles
And smiled, as she went on;
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The past is full of shades and shapes
Of people, come and gone,
'Whatever happened to so and so, '
We say, when the mood is on;
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