| At last, the completion of the Shaun trilogy - Shaun's Return. | |
Poems to Visit |
 Oh Stephen Shaun, 'twas one fine morn In Spring, I estimate, About three years from all those tears We shed in joy so great. How we rejoiced, our feelings voiced Ecstatic was our state; A rare reward had been outpoured, Our souls to satiate. But on that morn, deceitful dawn With vernal glow ornate, Thou didst appear with mocking leer Close by the entrance gate. "Your GCEs and those degrees," Saidst thou in tone irate, "Have plunged you deep in penury, Much credit on the slate. "To make ends meet, you busk on street, Whilst I anticipate A future fair, as millionaire, Since from my hourly rate, For moving bricks from nine to six, I can accumulate Vast wealth, it seems, more than your dreams Could ever imitate." O Stephen Shaun, my heart is torn, Resigned to pauper's fate; Yet thou shalt fall, the same as all Who school repudiate. © G. Jones 2001 |
