Last Word To Childhood Poem by Arthur Seymour John Tessimond

Last Word To Childhood

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Ice-cold fear has slowly decreased
As my bones have grown, my height increased.
Though I shiver in snow of dreams, I shall never
Freeze again in a noonday terror.

I shall never break, my sinews crumble
As God-the-headmaster's fingers fumble
At the other side of unopening doors
Which I watch for a hundred thousand years.

I shall never feel my thin blood leak
While darkness stretches a paw to strike
Or Nothing beats an approaching drum
Behind my back in a silent room.

I shall never, alone, meet the end of my world
At the bend of a path, the turn of a wall:
Never, or once more only, and
That will be once and an end of end.

Monday, January 13, 2003
Topic(s) of this poem: childhood
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
nan burger 16 April 2020

im really sad after this one as my husband was bob the builder so this one really reminds me of him

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bob the builders son 16 April 2020

an amazing piece just a shame that i couldn't fix it up like my dad rest in peace message me if your house crumbles.

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Anonymous 16 April 2020

My House Needs Fixing dips**t

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