*Jellz*
2008-08-02 16:31:44 UTC
Has it been 50 years?
by Jellz Fisher 1996
He remembers quite clearly
When he came back from war
How life had changed ‘round him
“Not the same any more!”
How his wife would remind him
With her inimitable charm
“Luv, go join the RSL Club!
Can’t do you no harm!”
She said, “Bloke next door
He’s a member there to.
He is someone you know
And he’ll take care of you.”
Well he plucked up the courage
Put his coat on and hat
Kissed his wife....out the door
And in ten seconds flat!
He headed for town
Past his favourite pub
Passed the baker’s and butcher’s
‘Til he came to “The Club”
But for some funny reason
(And he didn’t know why)
He just sat in his car
Out the front, feeling........shy
It was hard to start mixing
Since the shock of the war
And he felt people ‘round him
Wouldn’t understand any more
A tap on the window
And he looked up and saw
The familiar face
Of the bloke from next door
“Coming in mate?
I owe you a beer
You’re welcome inside
You’ll know most fellas here!”
Blow me down
If he didn’t know all of them there
When he asked “Are you members?”
They all yelled out “yeah!”
Now HE stands at the bar
At the “Digger’s Own Pub”
And fifty years on
He’s still part of the Club
He’s seen lots of changes
Seen mates come and leave
Shared lots of the good times
And has known how to grieve
You’ll see him whenever
It’s his turn to shout
It took a lot to get him in
Now you can’t keep him out!
Legend:
Bloke - Man, Shout - pay for a serve of drinks, Digger - ex soldier,
The expected polite reception in reply to my poem was in fact roof raising applause. They loved it. Right words, right place, right timing, right audience. Sometimes speaking from the heart is the only way to speak.