SEAMS IN THEIR STOCKINGS July 7th,
2012
By
In the middle of the Twentieth
Century there was a time,
We didn’t have much money – sometimes
not even a dime,
I still see those old girls at the
Town Center now and then,
They don’t recognize me with a big
gray beard, again and again.
Many of those ladies who wore seams
in their stocking are now old,
They nearly drove me mad back then,
as they walked to and fro,
But somewhere along the way, I myself
turned into an old man,
Was that in Toronto, Halifax, New
York or Newfoundland?
But that was long ago before their
hair turned white and cut short,
And I was much younger then and more
inclined to cavort,
But I still miss those seams and wish they could come back once more,
While this old man could still watch
from a distance just like before.
July 12th, 2012
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