David Lewis Paget

Bronze Star - 2,897 Points (22.11.1944 / Nottingham, England/live in Australia)

On The Death Of My Father - Poem by David Lewis Paget

My brain has turned to ash, and yes,
My mouth is dust,
And love is grief, and death is
But the loss of trust;
While life is paupered, futures turn,
Feed on the past,
And dwell on words you might have…
If I’d only asked!

No point to dwell again, but yet
I must, I will;
Was there some hint, a glimpse perhaps
You’d long distilled,
Was I so blind, insensible
And dead to grief
That death could snatch you carelessly,
Some petty thief.

Perspectives shift, horizons narrow,
Drift my sand,
Your loss has marked my end, that shallow
Sleight of man,
What now remains of you, I am
Though poor in creed,
For what you were was love, and this
I’ve lost indeed.

1 August 1987


Comments about On The Death Of My Father by David Lewis Paget

  • Gold Star - 12,352 Points Bri Edwards (6/22/2015 10:47:00 PM)

    favorite parts:

    “And dead to grief
    That death could snatch you carelessly,
    Some petty thief.”


    “I must; I will; ”

    and:
    “What now remains of you, I am
    Though poor in creed, ”

    I appreciated the rhyming, and though I think a poem not so true to the rhyme scheme MIGHT have allowed you to communicate better to me, it is a very personal poem and I liked it.

    thanks for sharing. bri :) (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, September 17, 2005

Poem Edited: Monday, November 3, 2008


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