Uploaded November 2020 | Updated September 2026, 2 weeks ago

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THE LIONS

By P B Taylor

I

Of all the cold world, I crave one for you
Whose heart lies elsewhere
We tried so tired for every sum
But nought was ever there

II

Our equation could never balance
The time was so short intensely ripe
Of course, it had all become an irrelevance
As we fought and lost the bitter fight

III

At last the long time wait seemed near
And other things did always pass
I tried again but you always had the fear
For our love lost ground so very fast

You had lived in a different age
And nothing quelled that soiled rage


London 1983