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Get up and Gone
Get up and Gone
I remember when my uncle, with watery eyes,
Told me how his get up and go
Had got up and gone.
We were looking at the framed photo of his wife,
40 years together, and now only one.
His shoulders shook, a man once so strong,
Used to laughter, drinks and quick with a quip or joke.
And I remember when I too lost sight of the sun,
My vision blurred,...
Tuesday 10th July 2018 10:01 pm
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