Watching 02.February.2002
On a day thats dry and fair
There is this man, sits in a chair
He looks at ships and seagulls, too
And he might wonder what you do
You meet him often on your walk
Across the pier theres little talk
You cut your hair? He asks one day.
Oh no, just different style, you say
The next time round one needs a light
And asks him for it, hes polite
Hes there so often watching things
That one gets used to meeting him
We both watch ships, and movement, too
Just from a different point of view
He sits there sheltered; I walk round
We both see things that will astound
Us only, noting subtle change
Me thinks, next time Ill ask his name :-)
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