Charles Hancock Poems

On that pleasant spring morning,
when the birds are out and performing
and the sun's rays are warming
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Back in the days of wine and roses
Photographs were perfect poses
Of a happy young couple grinning
We were at the top of the first inning
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He is yesterday's hero
Enlisted to save the French
Got gassed fighting from a trench
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Walkin' After Midnight was playing
And she was seductively swaying
Then she tossed back a shot of whiskey
And said she was feeling a bit frisky
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Arrived at the right place but at the wrong time
Brandishing your tenderness like organized crime
Affection towards me as pleasing as caustic lime
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Today, Indiana sadly buried one of its own
A young man killed in a foreign combat zone
A kid really, he was only nineteen
He had always wanted to be a Marine
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She'd nearly finished her green gater
When I informed our waiter
Of what we wanted for food and drink
I stressed to him, absolutely no pink
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It was a strange but not unusual alliance
That involved a conspiracy of silence
Yet he knew better, but still hoped for
Something she continued to ignore
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We serenely sat on the front porch swing
Listening to a mockingbird sing
It was nearly dusk at her family's homestead
She broke off a hunk of French bread
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Today, I listened to the banshee's wail
Some believe that to be an old wives' tale

Today, I heard the ringing of the death knell
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