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POEMS BY PIP
We sit and laugh with friends we
know And as time passes, watch them go Melting back into the crowd Drifting as a passing cloud
A speck of life in a timeless sea Much to short for you or me All too soon we see Death's shroud Remembered as a passing cloud
Friends departed, lovers lost We sit alone and count the cost Treasured kisses, forgotten tears Passing clouds across the years.
The Old House
A garden choked with dying weeds Renewed each spring by wind blown seeds. Ragged hedgerows; once so neat Entomb the broken rustic seat.
Cracks across the window pane Dripping taps like endless rain Faded patterns on the wall Dusty paintings in the hall.
Dislodged slates that cause a leak Rattling knobs on doors that creak. Blackened pots on a leaded range Empty cupboards smelling strange.
The old house crumbling at its seams A shell so full of broken dreams. Chipped and scarred, the quarry floor No one lives here anymore.
Plaster peels as timbers sag And faded curtains turn to rag. Iron trivets cloaked with rust Ashes to ashes; dust to dust.
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