Brighton Pier
By squeesa
Mon, 13 Sep 2004
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Brighton Pier
Autumn rain on brittle skin
Refuse blowing in the wind
Seascape blurred by careless tears
He sits and lives through all those years
Remembering hope in days gone by
His mother's distant lullaby
Piano sounds in far off rooms
Pals gone away to unmarked tombs
The bright red scarf that grandma wore
Carbolic soap that time he swore
And father heard, such great disgrace
The anger writ large 'cross his face
The night he took his virgin bride
Her trusting face, mouth open wide
Picnics in an empty park
Holding hands against the dark
The warmth that lasted through the night
Her dignity, her depth of sight
And later now, a shrieking phone
Informing him he'll die alone
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