Isabel BY Frank Turner from Poetry of The Deed
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So now the years are rolling by, and it’s not long since you and I
could have been train drivers and astronauts
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And now we’re stuck in furnished ruts, but yet the thing that really cuts
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is that we can’t remember how we got caught
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Filtered air,computer screens, muffled sighs and might-have-beens –
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count your blessings, then breathe, and count to ten
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And though it doesn’t often show, we are scared because we know
our forefathers were farmers and fishermen
And so the world has changed, worse or better’s hard to tell,
but my hope remains within the arms of Isabel
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So now our calloused hands once told a story honest as it’s old
of sowing seeds and setting sail.
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But now our hands are soft and weak and working seven days a week
at these salvation schemes that are bound to fail
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And I’ll admit that I am scared of what I don’t understand.
But darling, if you’re there, gentle voice and soothing hands
to quiet my despair, to shore up all my plans, darling, if you’re there...
And so the world has changed, and I must change as well
The machines we’ve made will damn us into hell
And the time will come when all must save themselves.
I will save my soul in the arms of Isabel
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