A four-eyed girl who sat by the wall
The boys looked through me
Didn’t see me at all
But my teen age blues had a cure
It came from the boy from Lincolnshire
We’re both old now
But when we were young
Your eyes pierced through me
I thought I was stung
You put into words
When I was unsure
From the heart of England
Came the boy from Lincolnshire
Not tall in height
But long in stature
A simple man
A childlike creature
A story line
That kids could share
With the boy from Lincolnshire
Some critics said
The words were incoherent
The meanings they said
Were not apparent
But I understood
What you meant to say
Because I listened at night
To keep my demons at bay
You’ve married often
You’ve married many
You’re not thirty
And I’m not twenty
But I still listen
While you get cross
Sit on the roof
And kick off the moss
(c) 2014 Renata Manzo