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THE AUTUMN OF MY YEARS

      THE AUTUMN OF MY YEARS      TIM WILLIAMS   AUGUST 2014

IN THE SPRING OF THAT YEAR
I BELIEVE IT WAS APRIL,
I COLLECTED MY TRILBY AND UMBRELLA
FROM THE HALLSTAND
AND WENT OUT INTO THE RAIN,
IT FLOWED LIKE THE NILE IN THE GUTTERS
I DANCED AND SANG LIKE GENE KELLY
MUCH TO THE LOCAL POLICEMAN'S SURPRISE

IN THE SUMMER OF THAT YEAR
I BELIEVE IT TO HAVE BEEN AUGUST
I COLLECTED MY STETSON AND GUNS
FROM THE HALLSTAND
AND RODE OUT INTO THE TOWN
I ROBBED BARCLAYS BANK IN THE HIGH STREET
JUST LIKE BUTCH CASSIDY AND THE SUNDANCE KID,
AND RODE OFF INTO THE SUNSET, STINKING RICH.

IN THE AUTUMN OF THAT YEAR
I BELIEVE AROUND OCTOBER
I COLLECTED MY RED SHOES AND DOG
FROM THE HALLSTAND
AND WALKED OUT INTO THE WIND
IT GREW STRONGER, BECAME A TORNADO
WE AWOKE ON A YELLOW BRICK ROAD
JUST LIKE DOROTHY AND TOTO
I BOUGHT A COPY OF "OZ" FROM A SCARECROW AND CAME HOME.

IN THE WINTER OF THAT YEAR
I KNOW IT WAS DECEMBER
I COLLECTED MY HOODED COAT AND BEARD
FROM THE HALLSTAND
AND RODE MY SLEIGH IN THE DEEP SNOW
IT WAS FULL OF PARCELS
SO I WAITED TILL DARK AND PUT THEM DOWN CHIMNEY'S
JUST LIKE FATHER CHRISTMAS

IT WAS A VERY STRANGE YEAR THAT ONE
NOW THEY WONT LET ME OUT OF THE HOME MUCH,
THEY SAY " YOU STRAY TOO FAR, AND CANT BEHAVE ",
THE MEDICATION  HELPS ME TO SEE THINGS THE WAY THEY REALLY ARE,
THE NURSE TELLS ME TO IGNORE THE VOICE OF DARTH VADER
" LUKE I AM YOUR FATHER ",
I WONDER IF MY LIGHT SABRE IS STILL IN THE HALLSTAND.

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