Paul Reed Poems

It would be so good

To realise all your dreams
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They all lie there

In the bottom of a drawer
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'Four seasons fill the measure of the year

There are four seasons in the mind of man'
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My old Newcastle

Where once I was part of the throng
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You reach into my heart

And pull at the strings
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Let us huddle together tight

As the night draws slowly in
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I walked along for many years

On a pavement, flat and wide
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Hand over those reigns of life to me

I am young and free
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Is it true?

That we get everything back
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Clammy slates lying lifeless
Under the dread-black skies,
Shielding the night from the fire
Of all those youthful eyes;
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