Poem

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Title

Poem
My Dad

Description

Poem with a photograph of Hubert standing in the back garden, row of houses in the background.

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Format

One typewritten sheet

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Identifier

MTatleyHT1310893-150908-13

Transcription

My Dad

Now standing on a slippery slope
Getting steeper all the time,
I wonder where the years have gone
Young days that once were mine.

The photo books show laughing kids
All grown and gone away,
Dogs and ponies dearly loved
Who've sadly had their day.

The steel machines which brought such joy
Have vanished into rust,
And all the flowers that once were mine
Will soon be turned to dust.

Colds icy finger beckons
But one wish I've always had
Whilst passing to oblivion
I get one moment with my dad.

[photograph]

Citation

“Poem,” IBCC Digital Archive, accessed May 30, 2024, https://ibccdigitalarchive.lincoln.ac.uk/omeka/collections/document/44418.

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