Adrift and Dumfounded

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Ian Anderson - Rock, Epic (Poetry)

Adrift and Dumfounded

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He stands at the crossroads of New St. and Old Town Gerald Something from good-home-on-sea Thinking back to the child that he once was All bread and butter and jam for his tea Men came and went in his moments of madness Muttered apologies, late for a meeting Too much intensity too much feigned sadness Crestfallen, hangdog, glances too fleeting He was your golden boy, he's adrift and dumfounded With nowhere to go, no appointments to keep He's our little man, he's adrift and dumfounded Head on hard pillow, waiting for sleep Broken societies, selfish, uncaring Addled brains clutching at chemicals soothing Desperate measures, desperately tearing At last vestige of dignity, his for the losing He was your golden boy, he's adrift and dumfounded With nowhere to go, no appointments to keep He's our little man, he's adrift and dumfounded Head on hard pillow, waiting for sleep

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  • Ian Anderson