Ahh Papaver Somniferum.
The fumes of long gone dreams,
A pipe or two and dreams of you
Are never what it seems!
This Blessed Balm from Heaven
Will sooth all kinds of pain,
But sad to say at the end of day
The pain doubles back again.
Better, soldier on regardless,
Than to take the easy way
But those dreams of yore, when you're feelin' sore
Will always make you pay
So like Old 'Tommy living cleanly'
Ignoring the horror of my fall
Now when I'm in pain, I say once again
I ONLY DREAM of Poppies growing tall.
Copyright © 10th February 2008