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Dust
Box of old, from a life before Of a life, with life, full of some forgotten Memories emerge, past of pictures and paper Children and Parents, those folks To dive in is to invite the feel I needed the remind Not expected, those waves, stirring Bloody Dust The old man is there, bloody good bloke Drops on the keyboard Of words not spoken, but looks shared Would it have been so hard, to have the say To let some flow, to let love show But he’s gone now, heartbreak in a box Of words unspoken Bloody Dust He taught me how, without the speaking To make calloused hands, just like his Shovel and axe, sharp knife for the skinning Weld for plough, post for fence Look after Mum Do your best, to be a good bloke He left me a lot, before I knew Bloody Dust He stays in my keep, helps the days, in his ways He still makes me laugh, twinkle from his eyes, I remember Got my own young feller now, bloody good bloke Got to remember, to have the say Don’t leave love unspoken Not to leave the welling unshed Don’t be afraid,…. of that, Bloody Dust. |
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Nice poem .
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Very well expressed.
Thanks for sharing. |
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Dust Box of old, from a life before Of a life, with life, full of some forgotten Memories emerge, past of pictures and paper Children and Parents, those folks To dive in is to invite the feel I needed the remind Not expected, those waves, stirring Bloody Dust The old man is there, bloody good bloke Drops on the keyboard Of words not spoken, but looks shared Would it have been so hard, to have the say To let some flow, to let love show But he’s gone now, heartbreak in a box Of words unspoken Bloody Dust He taught me how, without the speaking To make calloused hands, just like his Shovel and axe, sharp knife for the skinning Weld for plough, post for fence Look after Mum Do your best, to be a good bloke He left me a lot, before I knew Bloody Dust He stays in my keep, helps the days, in his ways He still makes me laugh, twinkle from his eyes, I remember Got my own young feller now, bloody good bloke Got to remember, to have the say Don’t leave love unspoken Not to leave the welling unshed Don’t be afraid,…. of that, Bloody Dust. NICE Dust of Eyes, Can be cleanser by Water. but the dusty mind & heart, Inspite of Passer Bloody Cells, Nothing can Clear, Soul of inner impure...........Robin |
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