Robert James Busby Poems

The aftermath

After all,
The trauma,
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Far from Paradise

each solitary day
aches
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Here's to the few...

no I'm not interested
in reading the papers
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If I were to Die Tonight

To surmount egotism
you said
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If you're leaving take me with you

If you're leaving take me with you,
to a place where the prosaic seems new.
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Lonesome Traveller

There stands a reticent man
pensive and solemn,
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Paris

As I grow older
the more faith
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I remember feeling,
Happy,
Loved.
Now, the present,
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Children

How boring it is to be selfless for a child.
The very thought of having one
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Second Hand Sally

Second hand sally,
She'll search, gladly,
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