NOW, I DON'T KNOW HOW I CAN GO

by

(For Ned Mullan)

Of course, I used to think that I'd return

To paradise, on earth, to end my days....

Now, I don't know how I can go

Back to Saint Lucia, for pot's pale lights burn

My old savannas ... where hope now decays....

I used to think, one day, things here that bind,

Yet set such sorrows free, would send me back!

Now, I don't know how I can go

Back to these places lurking in my mind --

They now set sorrows free, all bound in crack....

I used to think, for a less bitter life,

The Caribbean's sun would lure me home.

Now, I don't know how I can go;

For one now finds, down there, the sorry strife --

The very problems which engulf this Rome....

I used to think that constant needs for pity --

For man's degraded souls -- would drive me there.

Now, I don't know how I can go

From this degrading place to my birth city.

Now those degrading traits are everywhere....

I used to think, at last, bereft of mirth,

I'd hunger for my home, where joys ran free!

Now, I don't know how I can go

Back to Saint Lucia -- paradise on earth! --

For all those problems here have crossed the sea....

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Why don't you look at The Little Things
by: Joyce Hemsley
from: Sunderland, England, UK

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