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NIGEL
Poems
Apr 2016
The Little Boy
The Little Boy
Out of a grave dark street
On a stiff and sterile morn
Walked a stringless marionette
With a ghastly ashen form.
I clasped my greatcoat close
For a ripping wind thrashed by
And pencil-thin limbs shuffled
Past a man who couldn’t cry.
Against the wrath of winter
Crying havoc round the lake
He wore defiant rags like banners
Wildly flapping in his wake.
‘l hope he soon finds shelter’-
Thought I wrapped up so warm
‘gainst the whirling swirling leaves
And a frenzied snowflake swarm.
His face then turned towards me
With lifeless stone grey eyes,
That seemed to have full knowledge
Of my self-supporting lies.
So I pursued him boldly
As he scurried on his way
And threw my coat around him-
A shield to storm’s affray.
Alas! I stumbled forward
And fell into the snow
For the stunted waif I followed
Had gone where I could never go.
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NIGEL
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