And then a silence fell...
no more walks with Turner
on the banks of the Thames
no more talks of Shakespeare
where the old river bends
and then a silence fell...
no more strolls to the station
for the slow London Line
no more drives to the country
through the backstreets of time
and then a silence fell...
no more flights to the old haunts
on BA 65
no more cats at the back door
they have said their goodbyes
and then a silence fell...
no more talk of the sixties
“you should have been there”
no more trips to the West End
that immaculate hair!
and then a silence fell...
no more orangeade sunshine
or trips to the beach
no more glimpses of young you
on a warm Chelsea street
and then a silence fell...
no more Sax on the jukebox
or a Sunday lunch pub
No more phone calls from midnight
from a Soho Jazz Club
and then a silence fell...
no more sharing the legend
of the family passed
no more tales of soft shadows
or any questions to ask
and then a silence fell...
no more gentle reminders
of the best thing to do
no more gracious, nor precious
nor lovely than you.
And although a silence fell...
These sweet memories live on for ever
A.Franks
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