Beggar With Natty Shoes
Am I Not Your Type?
What I said was crass
to flex my basic maths
Thank you for pointing it out that day
in a very polite way
I was talking crap
You pointed out that
Time’s not a game that is zero-sum
The twenties and the thirties are a continuum
I was cycling back
Cycling back too far
The answer to your salient question should’ve just been
Yes you are!
We should do something together
We enjoy each others company
plus you’re fun
except
you’re young
except
you are a different class
except
I sometimes get nervous around you and I fall apart
except
I walk too fast
except
our friendship probably won’t last
except
the chasm between us seems insurmountable and vast
We have little in common
you & I
except
we’re both pretty cool
and I wear natty shoes
Like everybody else I find you attractive
except
I
unlike the retinue
who continue
to view you
VIEW YOU
set on a pedestal
cast in type
I
with each time anew
see your face
I see your face
as you see your face
Your complex reality
drawing me in
You are exceptional
