Julian Mann


They Came In This Way - Poem by Julian Mann

No matter how dark your day,
You can always stop at an inn.
Raise a glass to the fair barmaid,
Muse o'er old paintings.

You can think about the hopeless
Romantics of the past:
Their thoughts all in a mess,
Trying to make each pint last.

'They came in this way,
The carpenters and brewers,
From the long days,
And all the talk was of Her.'

O let a corner in a pub back room
For today be your office,
And catch your thoughts fast for soon
In a cloud of ale they may be missed.

'They came in this way,
The thatchers and weavers,
From the long days,
And all the talk was of Her.'

Topic(s) of this poem: love


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Poem Submitted: Friday, August 28, 2015



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