I gazed down from the water's side To see a silver gleam And standing staring looked and tried To see beyond the stream. The clearest water sparkling, pure, Below me stilled and calm; Its cooling, soothing, fooling lure, Seductive in its charm.
I saw a young man peering on With eyes that conquered all. But in a moment, he was gone ~ Uncanny, I recall. Beneath the surface he was there, A soul of twenty-four, Then vanished in the swell somewhere And left me by the...
I wish I was a tin man Out there cutting wood; I'd rely upon the lube can To keep my elbows good. All day I'd task and toil Until it's time for tea, And then I'd take a squirt of oil To keep my knee joints free.
I'd dream about a girlfriend, My dreams then turn to dust; I comprehend at daytime's end I'm just a heap of rust. I'll never find a maid of tin, It's tearing me apart, As when I search my soul, within, I find I have no heart.