He sits there alone,
Alone at the garden table
Drinking his pint of beer
And looking out at the blue, blue sea.
He looks back to the hotel
Sees me sitting at my table,
And he smiles at me.
He sits there alone,
A man on his own
But he is obviously happy,
Happy in his own mind,
His own mind and body.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Just people watching as Mary and I spend a few days at a coastal hotel.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments5
A fine write Gold.
Thanks Orchi.
Nice nice, and I remember seeing that video on TV I'm sure. A long long long time ago.
Thank you Blue, they are a great group.
Andy
You can be alone all by yourself, and you can be alone in a crowded room. But when you're alone with your love, everything else is out of focus. Excellent write Andy. 😉
Thank you AP, much appreciated.
Andy
Well done!
Thank you Jon.
Andy
That's the key, happy; whether solitarily or in company!
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