There’s something sad about Alice She sits there sipping her tea Half-gone the cup Half-gone the eyes. As she listens to the song of the sea Rocks with a bend of her knee, on the Porch of her weatherboard palace. There’s something sad about Alice Her gaze runs away to the trees Pale soft the skin Pale green the eyes With lashes that long to fly free Won’t you flutter them just once at me? Sweet indifference is what becomes Alice. There’s something sad about Alice She slips to her caravan to sleep Cold dark the night Cold dark the bed As she listens to the song of the sea Rocks with a bend of her knee, and Collects her tears in a chalice. There’s something sad about Alice She’s leaving today for the city Large white the van Large white the man Who takes her away to fly free Away from the song of the sea Away from her weatherboard palace.
My name is William Sinclair Manson. I am 60 years young, I am Scottish but now living in a small village in England. I have been blogging for many Years but recently joined Wordpress and I love it. I have made many new dedicated friends here and hope to meet more around the World.