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Sleep, it is so over rated,
you'd think his zest for awake wud be abated.
He'd gladly swop slumber and alert with glee,
as he's lay there supping his mug of sweet tea.
Wots up wi im u may bloody well ask,
it would have been a bit smart arse just meckin a flask,
but now as he lies here meckin this thread,
after ten minutes of cold away from is bed.
I spose in a way its a bit of a perk,
he can plan his way through is mountains of work,
and wi a bit of luck he can stay awek till dawn
when in time to wek up to the cold miserable morn,
Another day another dollar, strange things they said
That's not a lot of money for the stress in his ed,
So many days and friends long gone,
Nowt left to do but just soldier on,
Nigh on forty years given to the Crown,
But least he’s not, not kipping downtown,
Here or there he knows where he’d be,
In his warm bed wi is mug of sweet tea,
Or back in the mob where camaraderie is rife,
And stresses are shared just part of the life,
Hardships were common the relief a treat,
The hardships are endless when stuck on the street.
Spare a thought guv when you pass em by,
Not much to look at not good on the eye,
What once stood smart, proud and grand,
Only too appy to give and take life for your land,
Spare a thought guv as you pass em by
A smile, a grin or a wink of the eye,
Not much to ask for but then that's me,
As I lies here awake wi me mug of sweet tea.
© Lonnie Donoghue, 'Addiction to thoughts' Dec 12
you'd think his zest for awake wud be abated.
He'd gladly swop slumber and alert with glee,
as he's lay there supping his mug of sweet tea.
Wots up wi im u may bloody well ask,
it would have been a bit smart arse just meckin a flask,
but now as he lies here meckin this thread,
after ten minutes of cold away from is bed.
I spose in a way its a bit of a perk,
he can plan his way through is mountains of work,
and wi a bit of luck he can stay awek till dawn
when in time to wek up to the cold miserable morn,
Another day another dollar, strange things they said
That's not a lot of money for the stress in his ed,
So many days and friends long gone,
Nowt left to do but just soldier on,
Nigh on forty years given to the Crown,
But least he’s not, not kipping downtown,
Here or there he knows where he’d be,
In his warm bed wi is mug of sweet tea,
Or back in the mob where camaraderie is rife,
And stresses are shared just part of the life,
Hardships were common the relief a treat,
The hardships are endless when stuck on the street.
Spare a thought guv when you pass em by,
Not much to look at not good on the eye,
What once stood smart, proud and grand,
Only too appy to give and take life for your land,
Spare a thought guv as you pass em by
A smile, a grin or a wink of the eye,
Not much to ask for but then that's me,
As I lies here awake wi me mug of sweet tea.
© Lonnie Donoghue, 'Addiction to thoughts' Dec 12
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