Poetry

Saturday 21 December 2019

No one else is waiting here


Look around you are all alone
The ship has left you the beach to comb
But you can't find hide nor hair of them
The precious stone or priceless gem
Stand up right and face your fear
No one else is waiting here

The dogs of war have bayed at last
Another shots poured in your glass
But ask at the bar for the movie star
They'll give you a stare like you are
The only one there without eyes or ears
For no one else is waiting here

You walk in the city of the crusted queens
Only they can tell you the things they've seen
The castle spires and the Windows gleam
But it's always like someone else's dream
Look around people look back at you queer
You are the only one waiting here

Everyone's in a rush to be somewhere it's clear
From the city crush to the countryside peer
They deal you in but you have to be quick
Or you'll be knocked out with the yard stick
No one ever stands in line to cheer
You are the only one waiting around here

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