Ruth Walters Poems
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If I Were A Flower
If I were a flower my petals would be fading now,
drooping and withering in the early summer
but if by chance you glanced my way to warm me through,
watered my weakened frame to give me strength,
then I know I would survive to see the Autumn.
Strange that it should be this way for summer
lends itself to life and love and laughter.
Here in this hole where all is dark and pained
all laughter is stifled by the dank air.
No sunlight filters through, no light at all.
I'm cut off from friends and faces I once knew.
Hemmed in by physical inabilities, ...
Band On The Roof
Out of their offices people came running,
men in dark suits and ladies in Macs.
Some of them stumbling, some of them screaming,
some of them clapping and some holding back.
Running towards the block where it came from,
high on a rooftop, as if from the Gods.
The Beatles were playing our favourite music,