Rounds
let us go lets us go let us wander to and fro
let us harvest reap and sow let us go let us go lets us go let us take a room
like naked children on the beach for morning playtime
telling jokes we cant repeat
feel once more the thrill of flesh
as we sip chilled cheap champagne and cider
two worn shoes tongues hanging out
imprinted souls from the nights pressed together
looking towards the lunchtime pensioner deals
tucked beneath the horse brasses
with a half a stout
dyspepsia pills and cold ham olives and chips
dismayed by the builders language at the bar
cheeky hand on bandaged knee
lets us sing let us sing let our mingled voices ring
let us yang and let us ying lets us sing
like carols in a round
let us sing let us sing let us celebrate from the hymnal we have found
the lives of our boys and of their wives
be grateful
for our time and small mercies of the bouncing offspring spawned
of the children whom we warned
that they would be the ones
who carry shuttle run around and all around
but never did regret
all the heartache that was spent
with each sniffle broken bone shouted joy
and shouted moan of their lives lets us go let us sing let us
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