by David Killelay | Dec 2, 2007 | Poetry
Enjoy life, because you have it An old soldier, once to me said Not knowing what his thoughts were Nor the turmoil going on in his head? Thinking of Pals, by some forgotten In far distant field, now long dead The look in his eyes was so rotten That I remember the...
by David Killelay | Dec 2, 2007 | Poetry
Effort is always rewarded Not in the way we think Getting it wrong quite drastically Can cause an awful stink Some times it’s by the way of praise With Wage increase or other ways Some times laughter, some times groans Or with kind words, on telephones A silent...
by David Killelay | Nov 29, 2007 | Poetry
An Old Gunners dinner a solemn affair Their hair now quite grey, instead of quite fair No parting in hairstyle, their shiny head Bald We remember the time, on the parade ground they called Over such a large distance, almost to far to see The clear cry came over REPORT...
by David Killelay | Nov 29, 2007 | Poetry
Trick or treat, or come on in Gary Hiding , in Wheelie Bin Shouting out like man quite wild Scaring witless little child Parents waiting down the street Rewarding Gary with a sweet Mother Laughing behind front door Nearly wetting knickers ,on the floor David Watching...
by David Killelay | Nov 29, 2007 | Poetry
From Whitby near and Oz so far Were mustered here at Scarborough SPA With greying hair and aching hips To talk with friends to us ‘’OLD SHIPS’’ Gathered here to shoot the breeze Helps us to forget our aching knees No more jumping or shouts of Joy But still proud to be...
