OWN BOYS STORY.

They always come good in the end
Only today the end
Was a little bit nearer the end
Than it used to be,
And their feet weren’t as sharp
As the portrait they carved,
So its outline was left
Until very near last.

Whilst the movement was clear,
And the body that pushed,
The one pushed against
Nearly withstood it;
Taking all that it could to its credit,
And giving as much as it had
In return till it couldn’t
And fell by the road.

We were glad in the end for the ending,
And relieved that it came when it did,
For our beer had run dry
And our mouths come dumb struck,
And what words swirled in noise
Had the sound of such words
With the unknown refrain
Of thank you.