Passing Years
To think that once my legs would shake
My body glow, my pulses race
What difference passing years can make
I used to think my heart would break
Each time you welcomed her embrace
To think that once my legs would shake
And all I saw and heard was fake
For she was always in my place
What difference passing years can make
There always seemed so much at stake
I wondered, did you read my face?
To think that once my legs would shake
I left you but for my own sake
Departing from this fruitless chase
What difference passing years can make
And now there is no dulling ache
I hold my head with pride and grace
To think that once my legs would shake
What difference passing years can make
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Borrowing from the words of Monty Python....And now for something completely different. Reading the title poem from Wendy Cope's poetry book Making Cocoa for Kingsley Amis reminded me of a dream I had a few nights ago so I wrote these few lines in similar fashion....aplologies to Wendy Cope (and yes I do often have weird dreams!)
Writing a Song for Coldplay
Last night I had a dream that
I wrote a song for Coldplay
It's not a classic poem
But the title's rather quirky
(I never said it was good!)
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