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53 The Doomed Day Who would have thought That the day will come When I will tell you goodnight And keep vigil while you sleep on, Then walk away and leave you there? Who would have thought That I will talk on while you listen; Yet listening will be all you will do Since you’ll be unable to talk back; That even my tears Will leave you indifferent? Who would have thought, That many would gather Not to laugh with you But to cry on you, Not to consult you But to impose on you. And yes, You will have no say at all? Who would have thought it? I always knew it could happen But I thought it was still far away, 54 That it was going to give us time. I knew it could happen When I… when we … I knew it could happen But never that it will be this real. 13/11/04 No Glory in the Morning A tender shoot of Morning Glory, Boon to the dying garden, Blooms with hopeful colour. But the dooming noon sun, Soon sears its roots. Withered and barren It droops. Sooty and teary the clouds of night Too late for the shoot. The lonely, crescent moon, The mouth humming the dirge Soon another morning But without yesterday’s glory ...

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