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ANZAC
for Tich Freeman
I've never felt so alone before
So alone in sinking peace
A tranquil state of emptiness
Where restless soul doth cease
I feel I've marched a lane alone
The lane of life it seems
The thought that became a journey
To disturb my waking dreams
The road has ended swiftly now
Thus the journey is complete
Like a child's playful laughter
The empty echo of its feet
Soft light it blinds and drugs me
My soul marches wearily on
My burden becoming heavier
Like late afternoon becomes long
A sooty stray cur lags beside me
Wearily hanging its head
My mate in combat, where padded feet
Trod the ground all bloody and red
The old grey dog has faded now
Like the page of a bible it seems
To linger ghostly, like a will'o'the wisps
Then diminish beyond into dreams
Grey whiskers stand at ease on my cheeks
They quiver in line with my tread
Blue watery eyes, they glisten determined
Reflecting the sunlight in red
A bowler hat hugs my ghostly grey head
My heart had grown tired in noon
It slaves on within a dusty black coat
To dusk past the late afternoon
Now stars smile sweetly upon me
Slumbering a peaceful dream
Thus I ponder in reminiscence
Future is short, present is long
And those ghosts of the past disturb me still
With their childish beckoning song. |
