Swain Poem by Peter Pacey
Swain
Each TV, Xmas afternoon
The rom-coms shake the silly tears from me
Seventy one years or seventeen
The same foolishness supplies
And may it always do so
The dampish freight that is my trousseau.
27/11/19
Friday, November 29, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: tears
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4/27/2024 4:30:22 PM # 1.0.0.1119
One of those embarrassing poems that it would feel bogus to repudiate.