Dave Chessher Poems

This ugly old woman, Haggard and worn
The fumes from her potion keeping her warm
This small frail witch stirring her pot
The foulness, the stench, the smell of rot
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The sun so warm, glistening and bright
Reflecting on the water, so still, so light

Trees with golden leaves flowing in the air
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What a cruel life that stands before me
I feel so helpless, is it only I can see?

My troubled soul, so tattered so torn
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The fresh white frost has gone away
The soft spring sun is here to stay
The sky above so bright & blue
The fresh breeze blows over me and you
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There is an old building
It stands in our street
A house of god where people meet
The church bells toll every hour
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I remember the last time I saw you alive
You laughed so much it made you cry
The next time I saw you, was in the chapel of rest
All the pain had gone from your head
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Life dealt you the worst deck of cards
Your health so bad, you found it so hard
You suffered so much, you had such pain
Right through your life, it hit you again and again
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A flame flickers within my soul
Only the warmth from a smouldering coal

A touch of life that can be gone in a sec
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Our parents had a hump
Not long after there was a bump

9 months later we pop out
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The last time I saw you was in the chapel of rest
Laying so peaceful, and lifeless

I lost you in body and soul
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