Down on platform twenty three
I saw her
and she saw me
but didn't wait.
The train for Margate left at nine
on time.
I was late for the weekend date
she'd gone with another Mother's son
and left me there alone and glum.
At five past ten when ready to leave
a young lady grabbed me by the sleeve
and I could not believe
she had come back walked a mile
on the railway track
for me
what glee
she
is the best that she could be
I'm just lucky.
Jun 29, 2013
Jun 29, 2013 at 1:19 AM UTC
Down on platform twenty three
I saw her
and she saw me
but didn't wait.
The train for Margate left at nine
on time.
I was late for the weekend date
she'd gone with another Mother's son
and left me there alone and glum.
At five past ten when ready to leave
a young lady grabbed me by the sleeve
and I could not believe
she had come back walked a mile
on the railway track
for me
what glee
she
is the best that she could be
I'm just lucky.
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