The Poet

Here I sit watching the day out

No-one beside me who may doubt

All of the words that I could chose to say

So listen, believe, or be gone from this day

I need a friend to walk with me

And sit in the shade of an old tree

To think nothing much, just agree with my thoughts

To say nothing much, never tell what I ought

Watching the people pass by now

They just don't know why or know how

They don't seem to care about all that I've seen

They just walk on by never knowing I've been

Sitting up here where I'm wind blown

Only to ask and to be shown

Things that would make you believe what I say

I'll tell you myself and I'll show you some day