In his little old cottage|
Somewhere by the sea,
An old man grey and wrinkled
Sits in his chair sipping his tea.
As he let's his mind wander
With his thoughts to keep,
The open log fire for company
He slowly drifts off to sleep.
As waves wash over the rocks
And the stars sparkle in the night sky,
All is quiet in the little cottage
Except for the old man's occasional sigh.
As he drifts in and out of sleep
He begins to smile as he dreams,
He dreams of a beautiful young lady
Who was his very first love it seems.
He dreams of the love
That could have been his,
It leaves him breathless
If only he had listened to Liz.
As he dreams his emotions
Are quite overcome,
Because his life he has wasted
Because he has been so dumb.
He has nobody to love, or love him
As he awakes and wipes his tears,
He realises what a silly old fool he has been
And only has sad memories to comfort his fears.
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