Lonely in the corner he sits
Melting existence to grey
Oblivion he slowly sips
Drowning reality away

Gone are the belly aches of laughter
Having a future with purpose and fun
Knowing a girl and how he loved her
Unfolding life had barley begun

Drums of War demanded conscription
Mayhem slaughter bayonets and guns
Many miles from home to redemption
Such thoughts the wily devil's shun

Disfigured body now sore and torn
Quivering flesh all lathered in sweat
Mind now broken barren and forlorn
Overflowing from dormant regret

Years of bewildered inner commotion
Walking the crowded streets alone
Alcohol his only devotion
Abstinence his only moan

Never ending strolls in the city park
Seeing Infectious joy, he is blind
Ti'll a sudden recollection spark
Unites a grieving fragmented mind

Seeing delightful games of children
Hearing their hilarious bleather
Feeling the words, it's our old friend
Rejuvenation beyond measure

He names it stranger this new brain
Recognisable people and streets
Easy peasy to bravely abstain
Money for toys and kiddies sweets

Creation of colour constructs a city
A purpose for walking each new mile
Gone is yon sickly selfish pitty
Simply submits to having a smile

The parish elders finally conclude
The strange old eccentric must go
Naive to assume that maybe he's good
If perhaps he is a weirdo peado

Guts and bloody shrieks of fear
Squealing, it's him, children scattered
His dulled dead eye sheds one tear
Stranger falls torn retattered

Lonely in the corner he sits
Melting existence to grey
Oblivion he slowly sips
Drowning reality away
#geordie boot

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