Poem
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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Contributor
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]
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]
Collection
Citation
“Poem,” IBCC Digital Archive, accessed April 30, 2024, https://ibccdigitalarchive.lincoln.ac.uk/omeka/collections/document/44418.
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