I hope that you will come back o Sarah dear
Our love was not quite perfect though sincere
You told me that you used to have red hair
Wild and curly fierce like Cardiff air
You like to hear my stories mostly you like poems.
You talk of Dylan Thomas,..mention rhymes
I’ll read you my own poem about my pen
You like the rhymes well hidden there again.
Sarah you have asked me where to die
The hospital is calm I quietly sighed