Deep as the ocean,
With the levity of a sandpiper.
A piper in a military marching machine,
Making movements multifarious.
And the strand will pipe its song
Just as the bird digs for its prey.
Throw off your shackles, old man!
Awaken from your dream!
You sat up when you played
You rose as if from your grave.
Not dead, but cicatricised
And yet so young and weary.
Death has visited your person
You were ill once, but no more.
Life opens its arms to you.
A train smashed your love
She looked back and you met her haunting gaze.
The doctors said your insides were black
But you became well again.
She cursed you once
And now she lives no more
A train smashed her.
She was brilliant, yet doomed…
To a life curtailed.
Leaving everything to your long span of years
Awaken, old man, no tears.
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