LOST LOVE

[Terry]

After the revolution – a mushy one.


LOST LOVE
Way down in the gorges the shadows are falling,
while high in the heavens I hear her voice calling.
I sense that she’s near me though never in sight
and lives in my dreams as I sleep here each night.

I sit by the campfire the first stars now peeping,
as all through the outback the darkness is creeping.
I daydream of Jenny when I was her beau
and we were young lovers in days long ago.

The face of an angel and sweet were her kisses,
A gem among gems with those other young Misses.
And memory lingers of days long before,
When fate took a hand and my young loves no more.



© T.E. Piggott


 

[Stephen Whiteside]

I think this is meant as a metaphor for the LNP government, right, Terry?

[Heather]

Sounding a little bit Henry Kendall there Terry....

[Terry]

G/day Stephen,

Is there no escape?

Terry

[Terry]

Hi Heather,
I hadn't thought about it but you're right, especially that first line.

Cheers Terry

[Neville Briggs]

Who says us old geezers aren't romantic Terry. If you wanted to be really romantic you could have a go at making that into a sonnet.

[Terry]

Just spreading the love Neville.

Just wrote my first Haiku, never tried a sonnet - wouldn't know where to start.

Terry

[Heather]

Neville will explain....

[Terry]

Just remembered I did write on once a long time ago - home work or something