Winona

He hails when you come by, laughs and hugs the kids, asks the big why, you keep a cheerful tone, to do's on yellow lists, always on the go, his life starts to fry, searching what he's missed, some wait all their lives, others walk the stones, looking for a kiss, what they'd known before, forget the bitter times, all the stuff he’s tipped, gaze at days of tides, dreams he can’t postpone, always glad of a lift, say let him come home, whoever owns the night, astonished stars and mist, tell him don’t ask why, life is for the lived.