A Popular Theme By Jane Foster

For Michael Cassar 1979 - 2000 A popular theme - the good die young, With lips unparted, praise unsung, The ode, the book, the song, the rhyme, The tale of the young man cut down in his prime, The turn of the screw, the whizz of the wheel, The young man dead on a fiver deal. The one they said had turned to scum, The one who cried out for his mum, The one who should have joined the Army, The one they buried in Armani... And don't forget who's left behind, The ones left chewing on the rind, Who could've done this, could've said that... Pouring their guilt in an endless vat, They try to forget. Forget they must, That he sold his soul for magic dust. As Shakespeare said, what's done is done, And slowly, slowly, one by one, They turn, and wish it was a dream. The good die young. A popular theme.

Copyright © 2006  Jane Foster

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