or Danny Boy’s Return
Tall and gaunt with sunken eyes and wispy red grey hair
Contorted face and angry
Embittered by acrid smoke of inner embers of defeat and disappointment
He shambles along to his end, snarling getoutof myway,
Despite sympathetic nods and smiles who remember his glories,
Followed by the serene, calm ageless girl,
Who will tend his grave and soothe his soul.
Author: manqindi
Post imperial wind drift. Swazi, British, Zimbabwe-Rhodesian, Irish, New Zealand citizen and resident, now in Queensland, Australia. 10th generation African of mainly European descent.
Catholic upbringing, more free thinker now. BA and Law background. Altar boy, wages clerk, uncle, prefect, student, court clerk, prosecutor, magistrate, convoy escort, pensioner, HR Practitioner, husband, stepfather, father, bull terrier lover, telephone interviewer, Call Centre manager, HR manager, grandfather, author (amateur)
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