mr sandman

The day is closing and muffled footfalls draw
Along the darkening quayside wall
Following the cobbled path well-trodden
Towards home or with knowing sly deflection
Through the light blown door of the genial bar
Where the dead-beat ancients rest and share
Their dream-tales of loves and crowded harbours
(That neither in truth do they truly remember)
And I watch and shall recall another day
That turns again from shadow light to deeper grey

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