Wilfie Taylor Poem by Paul Warren

In the forties and fifties he was a boxer
Wilfie Taylor was his name
He spent his life around Port Adelaide
But the grog had got him in the end

And homeless he wandered around
Once and a while the Salvos took him in
For a wash, a meal and a bed at night
But that meant he was off the grog

So mainly he slept in Frazier's Wood yard
They knew he was there and let him go
And that's where he was found that day
A heart attack took him as he slept overnight.

© Paul Warren Poetry