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Angelina Norton Poem
And The Memories Linger On
And the memories linger on.
Despite the fact, they’ve gone.
Moved onto another place.
Moved onto another day.
And the memories let me down.
Because I can still see this town.
Glowing with its latest pride.
Glowing whilst I’m hurt inside.
And the memories hurt me so.
Even though it was long ago.
Can still see him smiling here.
Can still see him and his long hair.
And the memories linger on.
And the memories linger on.
And the memories cut me up.
Friends can say it was tough love.
Can’t see how time will pass it by.
Can’t see when I’ll stop my cry.
And the memories linger on.
Despite the fact you’ve gone.
And the memories finish here.
Because you had to jeer.
And the memories finish here.
And the memories finish here.
Copyright © Angelina Norton | Year Posted 2009
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Angelina Norton Poem
Busy, hectic London.
Cold faces, frozen stares.
Trapped within their own zone.
Bus station, lack of care.
The ticket said Sunday.
But today was Saturday.
A mix up at the office.
And I got turned away.
No money, no luck.
Strapped down, such a fuss.
Then tears start to tumble.
“Whatever should I do?”
You hear the crowds rumble.
Making me more icy blue.
Out of the masses, from a bench.
Arrived one small, old man.
Fate’s way to make amends?
“I’ll help you, if I can.”
A pack of sandwiches, cup of tea.
And the offer of some money.
Plus the comfort of “sorry.”
Luckily a driver saw my plight.
I would be on the next bus that night.
Yet I don’t recall where my friend had gone.
All I remember is a kindness in cold London.
A true story in March 1998.
Copyright © Angelina Norton | Year Posted 2009
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