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Array ( [sid] => 153403 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => ODE TO A WELSHMAN [time] => 2009-09-18 22:03:31 [hometext] => Written about a friend who was a social worker, who could no longer stand the pressure of the job. [bodytext] => Don’t drop your bottle Courtney
Don’t let your façade fade
Do your best to remain upright
In denial to the grave

Once there was a man who had it all
A wife two kids and a house to call his castle
A well paid job of responsibility
He had the means and capability
He was well liked and he was clever
He’d socialise, chat with whoever
But with pressure new, weakness grew
He hid from what he had to do

Don’t drop your bottle Courtney
Don’t let your façade fade
Do your best to remain upright
In denial to the grave

Maybe the cases became immense
Spending weeks trying to make sense
Of other peoples relentless heartbreak
You try to give but they just take
The lost and forgotten souls that live in shabby holes
An underground network led by moles
It’s up to you oh great redeemer
Look you, now; close is that your sister?

Don’t drop your bottle Courtney
Don’t let your façade fade
Do your best to remain upright
In denial to the grave

So the children left, set off for Uni
The wife had enough of a drunken loony
You lost the will and the license to drive
Sometimes we all wondered how you stayed alive
A gentle man, kind man, jovial and fun
You turned your back on friendship for a lifetime on the run
Now down the tunnel there comes a light
Head towards it with an open heart for a chance to put things right [comments] => 3 [counter] => 186 [topic] => 34 [informant] => anthonygoodwinjnr [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => SongLyrics )
ODE TO A WELSHMAN

Contributed by anthonygoodwinjnr on Friday, 18th September 2009 @ 10:03:31 PM in AEST
Topic: SongLyrics



Don’t drop your bottle Courtney
Don’t let your façade fade
Do your best to remain upright
In denial to the grave

Once there was a man who had it all
A wife two kids and a house to call his castle
A well paid job of responsibility
He had the means and capability
He was well liked and he was clever
He’d socialise, chat with whoever
But with pressure new, weakness grew
He hid from what he had to do

Don’t drop your bottle Courtney
Don’t let your façade fade
Do your best to remain upright
In denial to the grave

Maybe the cases became immense
Spending weeks trying to make sense
Of other peoples relentless heartbreak
You try to give but they just take
The lost and forgotten souls that live in shabby holes
An underground network led by moles
It’s up to you oh great redeemer
Look you, now; close is that your sister?

Don’t drop your bottle Courtney
Don’t let your façade fade
Do your best to remain upright
In denial to the grave

So the children left, set off for Uni
The wife had enough of a drunken loony
You lost the will and the license to drive
Sometimes we all wondered how you stayed alive
A gentle man, kind man, jovial and fun
You turned your back on friendship for a lifetime on the run
Now down the tunnel there comes a light
Head towards it with an open heart for a chance to put things right




Copyright © anthonygoodwinjnr ... [ 2009-09-18 22:03:31]
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Re: ODE TO A WELSHMAN (User Rating: 1 )
by shelby on Friday, 18th September 2009 @ 10:08:06 PM AEST
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This is a very powerful and well written poem.
I felt every moment here.

Michelle


Re: ODE TO A WELSHMAN (User Rating: 1 )
by Jenni_K on Friday, 18th September 2009 @ 10:26:43 PM AEST
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Truly touching..and so often true in many cases....
Enjoyed reading this..
Jenni


Re: ODE TO A WELSHMAN (User Rating: 1 )
by spud on Saturday, 19th September 2009 @ 01:59:31 PM AEST
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Hi there,

Well written and a good (albeit sad) story.
He sounds like a man who needs to reinvent himself. Hope he gets there.

Tommy




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