I was too hesitant to come
You were too hesitant to call
Times chariot went speeding by
Now curtains have begun to fall....
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Do not cry or say good bye
As I disappear with the evening shades
To some promised land to bide
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Oh, give me those dusty bookshelves of the past
Where books held raptures that would last
A dry crushed flower or perhaps a frayed leaf
A worm eaten love story with an ending so neat
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Hiroshima happened, Nagasaki happened
No lessons were learnt, no one remembers
How very beautiful crystal clear mornings
Of singing birds, rosy cheeked schoolkids
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When my time is up and gone
And I’m no longer on face book
Or no longer on the twitter page
Do not cry for me, please.......
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Why do galleries often roar
When the master blaster comes to bat?
Why do hairs stand end on end
At every ball he so gallantly whacks?
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Each day God gives us a fresh canvass white
On it we have the freedom to paint it right
With either warm colours of compassion true
Or in cold dark shades of grey or of sepia hue
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26/10/10 a poets funeral
On a very humid Tuesday morning
A cavalcade of cars slowly move by
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From that lap you once so heartlessly cast me
Oh mother to those turbulent waters of fate
In a velvet basket sans a mothers warmth
Or that primordial taste of her breast soft
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When God saw suffering multiply
He sent his best angel down
And to the needy she did fly
Wearing compassion's crown
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