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Joseph Healy Poem
Shall we go?
Yes love, where to?
Heaven.
Heaven - would I get in?
Yes, just say you know me.
I'd love to Wendy, but I can't. I have to stay for the kids.
Well, don't worry Joseph, it won't be long. Time flies here.
Really, literally?
Yes. You know how you can go back thirty years to when we met, and it's like yesterday, well it's like that here, only you don't have to wait thirty years. It's like you just click your fingers and you will be here, don't worry.
And you are sure I'll get in ok?
Definitely Joseph, just tell Pete - I just call him Pete not St. Peter -
I heard only angels get to call him Pete..
Yeah, I think I heard that too. Anyhow just tell him you know me...
I will, thanks love. I've always been glad to know you.
I know that Joseph. What's that silly word from that film -
Ditto.
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the world would be a lovely place
if everyone was you
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"oh, I only said that for a joke"
She said, undoubtedly embarrassed
At my gratitude
If course she did,
How could she have come up with those words
Randomly,
Such a wonderful and beautiful compliment,
So much better than mine,
'i love you 'cos you're great'.
Carmen was too late,
She couldn't retrieve it
She'd sent it out to me,
I had caught it,
And sent it straight to you,
So much more deserving of it
Than I
'the world would be a better place
If everyone was you '
She said
To me
But probably meaning you.
Goodbye my love,
My wonderful wife Wendy.
Copyright © Joseph Healy | Year Posted 2023
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I bought a diamond on a ring
' was the most beautiful diamond I had ever seen
I gave it away to you
You were the prettier of the two
Copyright © Joseph Healy | Year Posted 2024
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If you really love her
Let her go
Confused me
For years
Many many
Recently I concluded
That it's
For the best
And I see it now
Micky Haller and
Wife number 1
She's leaving him
Again
And
He should let her
Leave.
As I see it now, you see,
It's like this
And its simple
So simple
I wonder why, how,
It took so long,
It took those many many years
My advice to Mickey is this
If you really love her
Let her go
And if she loves you,
Simple,
She'll come back.
And tell me Joseph,
This has
What to do with me?
And who's Mickey Haller
Anyway?
Should I care a bit?
And as I ascended the stairs Wendy,
Wondering why
I had written that,
Nothing to do with you at all,
How'd I work Wendy into that poem???
I couldn't.
Until, of course,
I could.
I
And we,
Of course,
Had finally, finally,
To let you
Go.
We all love you, you see...
And we had to let you
Go,
But
With a twist,
We
Had to let you go,
Not
So you could return to us.
The truth is different.
You
Never left.
We
Had to let you go,
And you
Would prepare the way for us,
Until we meet again.
Copyright © Joseph Healy | Year Posted 2026
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I love how they love Wendy.
So there's
Shes never been loved before and
She's never been loved
The way he
Loves her
Before and
It's delightful.
She
Loves how he loves her.
It surprises her,
And shocks her,
And distresses her,
And confounds and confuses her
All
In the best possible taste.
She
Loves the taste of him,
The taste of his love.
She's lucky, finally Wendy ,
Elizabeth, Liz, Abigail
That fate
Has brought him, Brookes,
To her.
She
Loves how he loves her.
I
Love how you love me.
Still.
Copyright © Joseph Healy | Year Posted 2026
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So we stood at the spot where
Two roads diverged on a summer day,
Kathy and I, Wendy.
Which way shall we go, Joe?
She asked.
Shall we go the same way,
Or
You take that one,
On the left and
I'll take the other?
What do you think joe?
So, Wendy,
She took the right
Path.
Different paths,
Different lives,
Different...
Everything.
She
Had her children, two,
And her career took her to the top.
And I
A mere sub the day she
Retires as principal.
I took the road less travelled by,
On the left..
Led me to you Wendy.
And us.
And our children.
Never had our troubles to seek,
Wendy,
Did we?
Had I followed her,
What would have become of
Me?
Would I
Be here now?
Would I be grieving so?
I'm so so glad I
Took that one,
The one less travelled by and that
It led me to you.
Cos you, my love,
Are
The best thing that
Ever happened to
Me
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I don't care really, Wendy,
What she exhorts of me,
As I sit and sing,
Give it my all,
And its lots,
My own concert in the car,
As Godley and Cream sing
Their truly amazing song.
And sure, didn't I Wendy,
Make it my own,
Changing the lyrics to suit,
I'm not not in love,
I corrected,
I'm so in love,
Became my lyrics,
And I recall Gary,
Mr Short,
Kindly reading them,
And he sang the new lyrics,
The ones I'd revised
It's a sweet memory too,
His act,
His brow gently bobbing,
The lyrics sung in his head.
Anyhow,
Once again, I digress.
Hearing them sing,
About to exit the car after dropping off Matthew,
Then Eve and Lara,
And I recall the tea lady,
Encouraged to speak those words,
The genius of the writers-
They couldn't get those lyrics on key,
And she opened the door,
In the studio,
Who
Wants tea, coffee,
Or some such,
She invited...
Eureka!
That's it!
You're the voice we need...,
Godley exclaimed!
Where was I?
Lost again...
Oh yes.
Big boys don't cry,
She intones,
Silly woman,
If she could see me now,
A big boy,
A big grown -up boy
Crying.
Sobbing actually.
Silly woman...
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And we're doing all this without Wendy,
I thought,
That's a good line to take it to the bridge
But we're not near the bridge,
I corrected
And realised that we in fact, are,
Near the bridge,
The motorway bridge
Cos we're going to the foresters
And you were here
Many years ago my love
One of the kids' school friends and
Sadly you are not here now
What a pity,
What a terrible pity as
The juke kicks in
A long long time ago...
A long long time ago you were here
And we, too
And of course now
You are not
What a pity
What a terrible pity...
A long, long time ago
You lived.
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Now you can cry Reacher,
Joe instructs Jack.
And he does,
In the Parisian cab.
I see his tear
It rolls from his right eye,
Down his cheek,
Single and
Solitary and
Stinging.
I
You see,
Know
How that tear feels...
It's warm and wet and stings
It
Stings your cheek
Like my own tear,
Tears, now
Firstly on my left,
Then another
On my right,
My God,
His tear stings,
I can tell,
It stings his
Very soul,
And I know.
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