And should you see her
Walking up the road
Braced against the cold sea breeze
In her sensible black coat and scarf of pink
And her hat with ear flaps
You might not think that she was special
And she might nod, or smile
And that shaft of sunlight
Striking the shingle, like a jewel
Could be coincidence
And should you meet her in the library
You might not spare a second glance
But you might share an idle conversation
That turns to bookish things
And you might just begin to understand
The well of her well of knowledge
And should you mention, maybe on the bus
Or on Polling day, the plight of the poor,
The disadvantaged, the sick, the greed of the rich
You might be touched by her rage
And passion for justice
And should you see her with her family
You would wish for such a loving person
In your family too
And should you marry her
Why, you would simply think yourself
The luckiest man alive
5 comments:
Not sure it's the best though it is rather good,
But written by you we expect that it should
Be clever and smart and ever so nifty
Light of touch,intelligent, really quite witty.
Hang on a minute. This is not the poem I commented on? Where's it gone? Where's "My Very Best Poem" vanished too?
Perhaps this has something to do with the ;Marie Celeste' of posts...
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Hi Russell. That's because I uploaded it by mistake. It will appear on Monday all being well. So I haven't read what you said yet!
Thank you.
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