A love in verse

The Real McCoy

2017-02-01
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Well, are there words to tell it all?

On eighty odd years to set the seal, 

One aphoristic phrase to call

A lifetime’s deeds and thoughts to heel?


The Truth of Love I finally choose;

A world of slaughter and cruelty

Cannot diminish or confuse

Its splendid relevance to me


Embracing the false to find the true

I lived a life on the qui vive

Protecting my own was what was due-

This world of war I’ve learned to leave


“Folding to myself a joy”

I found less good than opening wide

To let joy, which is love, abide

With all I meet, never to cloy

This is it, the real McCoy

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The Old Piano

The tears I’d gladly pay

To hear you play once more!

- I shed them anyway...

Quiet Please

On this still Sunday afternoon,

My love lies down to rest.

Brentford, sing her a soothing tune...