A Mile Beyond The World May Be A Maiden
Congealing in a fusty box
There's always half a pair of socks
One sausage in a paper bag
A tennis ball, an oily rag
Yet scrutiny may scarce detect
The hidden treasures that collect
Amid the depths of the settee
The history of you and me
These tarnished coins from foreign lands
The old Doubloons, the golden Rands
May once have graced the palms of kings
But surely not these other things:
A knotted lace, a half-sucked mint
A faintly pornographic print
A rubber band, a brass kazoo
The history of me and you
This unsoled shoe, this empty frame
This sampler with the missing name
Where once was hope, now left forlorn
Commemorating the unborn
This blackened spoon, this ragged gown
This map of some forgotten town
Abandoned all, without a fuss
The history of them and us
| Contributors: | Roland, TG, P. |
| Poem finished: | 8th March 2004 by TG. |