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The Wolf is at the Door – © Richard Ruane 2003
My son called me to the living room He said the wolf was at the door And I could see him through the window In the road the dogs of war Oh and I might have let him in right then His smile so wide and kind But the whistle from the kettle Drove the whole thing from my mind
The family seated round the table The loose tea steamed and brewed I sliced the bread to make the toast As the ghosts called out for food Oh and I might have fed them all right then Their pictures on the wall But everyone I’ve ever know Waits hungry in the hall
There are many different places you might travel to Some on roads for many Some on roads for few
Through the din of conversation I heard the words “When I was young” And I can see me by the corner With my blanket and my thumb Oh and I might have known it all back then The world small and confined But everything I’ve ever seen pushed it further from my mind
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