Dis-a-Pier
~Dis – a – pier~
Sitting, standing, pacing, chatting
Across the bay Boston versus New York batting
Waiting, wanting, legs crossed, fingers tapping
They stop, they stare, they even seem to care
They read my Spirit’s sentiments
And pay me with their compliments
The harbor rises, then it falls
The churning, changing tides, they hypnotize
The winds lick white the water’s curl
How can it be they cannot see
I grow tired of this waiting game
They leave as quickly as they came
I sit, I ponder, and I wonder, what is this meant to be
Where I stand, or sit, and chat
The Spirit stands with me
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Dis-a-Pier
~Dis – a – pier~
Sitting, standing, pacing, chatting
Across the bay Boston versus New York batting
Waiting, wanting, legs crossed, fingers tapping
They stop, they stare, they even seem to care
They read my Spirit’s sentiments
And pay me with their compliments
The harbor rises, then it falls
The churning, changing tides, they hypnotize
The winds lick white the water’s curl
How can it be they cannot see
I grow tired of this waiting game
They leave as quickly as they came
I sit, I ponder, and I wonder, what is this meant to be
Where I stand, or sit, and chat
The Spirit stands with me
db
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