No Ordinary Person

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 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