Jack Meads Poems

You may find her by a copse of trees,
or tending the blooms in the evening breeze.
A woman of uncertain years- at a glance- a woman
with a certain grace, who looks askance,
...

Sat on my hill-I laughed and cried
in equal measure till my eyes had dried.
My heart stood still then it started again,
tomorrow's future, yesterday's pain.
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Read the news, shed some tears, people sigh as life goes by
babies born and old folks die,
but we're alright we're ok
'cos it's somebody else's blues
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