This is a first as I am posting a poem written by another writer, Mr Paddy Bonner from Glasgow.
I felt I had to share this in all its raw, honest beauty.
Enjoy,
GDM.
No More
No More Looks in your eye
No Afternoon Films
No Monochrome sigh
No Winter nosed kiss
No Buses to miss
No I’ll keep your seat
No Hugs in the street
No Love you to bits
No Glamour Miss-Fitz
No Learning our lines
No Speaking our minds
No Crow Road to climb
No…..did you see the sign?
No…..not feeling so fine,
No…..What is the time?
No Appointments to keep
No Long days of sleep
No Waiting for news
No Nothings to lose
No Staring at walls
No Day trips and falls
No Needles and pins
No Killing our sins
No Face to make brave
No Farewells to save
No Letters to write
No Battles to fight
No Unknowns to fear
No Cupboards to clear
No Big comfy chair
No More No hair
No Veins to find
No Pain to grind
No Body
No Mind
No More.
All rights reserved. (c) Paddy Bonner. 2015.
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