Mister Singleton. Poem by Bryan Sefton

Mister Singleton.



Mister Singleton died today
I prayed to God in heaven above to save him
I wonder how rough a time we gave him
I never thought in terms of tears or pain
Only that to us it was a game
Of ring his bell and run away
And Mister Singleton died today

Mister Singleton he'd run out
And waving his arms he'd yell and shout
And curse the kids who danced about
And mimicked him so old, so grey
And Mister Singleton died today

I know that it's all so pointless now
But I want to say I'm sorry and I don't know how
I'd like to get a message through somehow
There's lots of things I want to say
But Mister Singleton died today

I can't help thinking when the day is done
When the downstairs clock is chiming half past one
On the front door bell will come a ghostly thumb
And ghostly steps will run away
It's Mister Singletons turn to play

Tuesday, June 16, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: games
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Bryan Sefton

Farnsworth near Bolton, England, UK
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