The Old Familiar Faces


…from the quills of the dead white poets

Charles Lamb (1775 – 1834)


I have had playmates, I have had companions


In my days of childhood, in my joyful school-days;


All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.



I have been laughing, I have been carousing,


Drinking late, sitting late, with my bosom cronies;


All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.



I loved a Love once, fairest among women:


Closed are her doors on me, I must not see her -


All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.



I have a friend, a kinder friend has no man:


Like an ingrate, I left my friend abruptly;


Left him, to muse on the old familiar faces.



Ghost-like I paced round the haunts of my childhood,


Earth seem’d a desert I was bound to traverse,


Seeking to find the old familiar faces.



Friend of my bosom, thou more than a brother,


Why wert not thou born in my father’s dwelling?


So might we talk of the old familiar faces.



How some they have died, and some they have left me,


And some are taken from me; all are departed;


All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.


About Paul Jacko

Jacko was born in Czechoslovakia not long before the communist putsch in February 1948. He studied industrial chemistry there and left in 1969 for Australia, where he became a lawyer and established his own practice. He has now retired and beside hunting, fishing, camping, prospecting and playing golf he amuses himself by writing.
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