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If I should ever meet one as vague as I,

We would never have the chance as we passed by,

To recognise each other as one of the other,

And possibly realise there is no bother;

In being mild and of no consequence,

And only of residence be in resident.

That no matter how much clutter,

Or how often we forget,

The only thing that matters,

Is not to have regret.



As I alleviate my concern with a chuckle and a smile,

I think that perhaps I have crossed them on another mile,

And that possibly it is because we didn’t meet,

That I wonder of my wanderings that brings me to this seat.

That calls me to expound upon the virtue found

Of not meeting one’s own self when travelling around.

For I’ve found a crooked sixpence,

And I’ve walked a crooked mile,

And it’s because I’ve kept the distance,

I can keep a chin upon my dial.



For believe it if you want to find yourself yourself,

The underlying currents that exist in visceral health,

That no matter how often commented by people just in passing,

Until you see them for yourself the waves continue parting,

But then cataclysmic crashing of the waves, t‘been kept apart,

Do wash you with a trembling and y‘can no longer laugh,

At the passing comments,

Of people passing by,

For you’ve beheld the abhorrence,

When you caught you in the eye.



©R.H.Elliott 2002