Without you, I'm in trouble,
Without you, I'm in a muddle,
Without you I'm lonely,
Without you, I can't find a thing I need,
Without you, I really go to seed!
Without you, I have memories to treasure.
But sadly I am now without you.
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I have just been given that key,
To open my door.
To set me free now I can explore,
Searching for friends to help.
Make amends to those trapped
In poverty without end.
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A smile once started, seeps out and spreads around the room.
Pushing away that long-existing feeling of gloom.
Even the hardest of hearts slowly gives way.
The longer it is observed, the wider it grows.
As you slowly push the gloom away.
Before walking forward to say in concern,
Daddy, did you really have such a terrible day?
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I am walking along this road at a slow creep.
Which years ago I could have traversed at a fair speed.
My bag is lowered every hundred yards for rest.
Other arm is required for my trusty stick.
So some sort of balance is sedately maintained.
To prevent a knee or other part giving way.
The more you walk the better it be, so they say.
Till the temptation of a seat beckons you.
Shun such comfort or on arising,
Moans and groans will burst forth.
In cries of pain, as joints start to creak.
While struggling to be upstanding again.
To perambulate homewards at a slow safe pace.
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