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Last Word To Childhood
(19 July 1902 - 13 May 1962 / Birkenhead, England)

Last Word To Childhood

Poem By Arthur Seymour John Tessimond

Ice-cold fear has slowly decreased
As my bones have grown, my height increased.
Though I shiver in snow of dreams, I shall never
Freeze again in a noonday terror.

I shall never break, my sinews crumble
As God-the-headmaster's fingers fumble
At the other side of unopening doors
Which I watch for a hundred thousand years.

I shall never feel my thin blood leak
While darkness stretches a paw to strike
Or Nothing beats an approaching drum
Behind my back in a silent room.

I shall never, alone, meet the end of my world
At the bend of a path, the turn of a wall:
Never, or once more only, and
That will be once and an end of end.

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Comments (2)

im really sad after this one as my husband was bob the builder so this one really reminds me of him
an amazing piece just a shame that i couldn't fix it up like my dad rest in peace message me if your house crumbles.