The Last Waltz (till the 12th of Never)

A poem a day
till the Twelfth of May –
writing right up to the end!

A last dance in the Underground, anyone?


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z2eTW8qZBtk&pp=ygUOdGhlIGxhc3Qgd2FsdHo%3D

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One for Deep Underground 😥

The house is growing old and looking sad.
Its roof is leaking, many slates have gone.
It's lost the cheerful look that once it had
when it was young and life inside went on.
Its hearth is cold, no fire is blazing there,
the paper peels, unrolling from the wall,
the windows blind, the battered floorboards bare,
now only echos echo in its hall.
The house remembers, though, a better time,
the better days when it was full of light,
the happy days when it was in its prime;
it pays no heed now to its sorry plight.
It's had a life with love in large amounts,  
and when it's time to go that's all that counts.  

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AE1ct5yEuVY&pp=ygURZ29pbmcgdW5kZXJncm91bmQ%3D

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Until the twelfth of Never

the memories to cling on
faded sepia colours soft as dew  
wreaths of your presence warmth of you  
I will hold you until the twelfth of never
 
love forged forever sincere  
promises made not mere air
though the winds may howl
through time turned-wheel  

let the rivers bend  
your essence remain
my love without end  
in dreams among the stars