Words Poem by David Lewis Paget

Words



If all my words
Were scattered on the sand,
To mingle with
The acres of the sea,
Just four I’d keep
To hold you at the hand…

My woman now:
‘Grow old with me! ’

5 September 1979

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David Lewis Paget

David Lewis Paget

Nottingham, England/live in Australia
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