Robert

A worn-out empty feeling, all you wish to hide, the pain of someone leaving, she brings you the news, doesn’t try, to disguise what’s true, never mean she lights the sea, an artist bright as sky, and this old has been, looking for something new, a need to find, the story of his youth, who never leaves his street, tho' he walks each night, what do young women need, he’s sunk a few, failing with the light, on St Anthony's pews, sheltered by her being, like a soul on fire, the smile of visions seen, now retired.