The crooked rocks, waves lapping my legs
Must be Mornington, feels like the beach
you popped in to say ‘hi’, your echo drew me here
To await the ferry which will cast me out
Forget those seedy districts, weirdos and bums
I mean that peacenik cafeteria, do you remember?
In the garden the sun poured down
And opportunists recited from their manic works
I want to revisit one of our earliest performances
than have another day like the one I had yesterday
Still wondering how I got here from where I started
I wasn’t born in chains.
I was fairly dismissed by you by the quay
in that jumpy district after the third bottle of wine
I have earnt this dull humourless voice
This art is cruel
“The more I live, the more I learn. The more I learn, the more I realize, the less I know.”- Michel Legrand
Observation Blogger 
Good afternoon, liked the poem, have a wonderful day😉
Good morning Ilona. How wonderful to receive your message! I’m glad you liked the poem. I really appreciate you dropping in. It’s been a while!
Happy to stop by, when i can😉
Thanks Ilona. That’s awfully kind of you. Have a wonderful evening in France.
Thank you, you too🤗