The Old Poet

The old poet sits outside the cafe
Watching and waiting

The world moves swiftly by
But he remembers a different time

When he was young and tried to
Change the world

Vive La Revolution!
Rang in his blood

The old poet sits outside the cafe
Watching and waiting

A tap on the shoulder
A caress on the cheek

Vive l’amour now warms his blood
As he stands and embraces his wife

©  Ceol

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