Ted Middleton

On this fateful morn so long ago
The 'Diggers' name was made
By that khaki band in foreign lands
Their memory shall not fade
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Question Marks

A question mark is something
You can hang above your head
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The Lighthorse.

We'd long since left Khalasa on the Gaza's desert tracks
We'd taken Tel es Saba and all places at our backs
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When neighbors, workmates, family too
Fill my life with much ado
I sort it all out in the end
With lots of help from my best friend
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The boots were left on the back porch,
But that hat always came inside
Mum often made the joke 'the hat,
Would accompany dad when he died'
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Getting Older


You know when you're getting older and aged
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Vote for me

Have you noticed I'm an expert
Have you noticed just how much
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One hundred stories up my Lord
One hundred stories down
The agony we feel my Lord
Destruction all around
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Now I'm not an expert, or all knowing man
And I don't want to sound like a squealer
But one thing I've missed, most in my life
Is the love of a beaut sort of sheila
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When I was just a little boy, whenever I was hurt
My mother oft with bandages, at times torn from her skirt
Would clean me up then hug me, to melt away my fears
And I would notice often, that her eyes would fill with tears
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Today is the day for rejoicing
All the worry and time was worthwhile
Its the rise of the next generation
Behold as the proud parents smile
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The Sound of Alone

The sounds of alone, so hard - so often
A grating sound that will never soften
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Mum 2

I remember long ago
You'd hug me close and I would know
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I see them standing stately, trembling and unsure
Most prancing with excitement, as their riders reassure
Ready willing able they, to answer to the call
No choice these gentle giants, of the fate that may befall
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O' woe is me - such misery
Its Christmas time and I've no tree
My daughter moved and I'm alone
We only speak now on the phone
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I've a hankering for a mate
Someone close I can relate
For I tire the demands that some will make
There's a void I hope to fill
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I am a relic from our once proud past
When my flag came first and never last
I was prepared - my life on the line
For that Southern Cross we thought so fine
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Sweet mysteries of life it's said, reveal themselves upon deaths bed
Where knowing we've no time ahead - our mind regresses - so it's said
There are no questions on our mind, nor mysteries of any kind
The path we trod now answer lined, through closed eyes now we are not blind.
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Mornings Light

In the light of the morning
When darkness is done
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I am a happy widdle bub
I sleep with a widdle bear
Everything I have is widdle
Theres widdle everywhere
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