Just An Ordinary Girl


You would not have noticed me
Sitting outside Woolies
Lost in all your sadness
About twenty you looked so beautiful
Long hair framing gentle features
Teens past
Life and years
Cracking the smiles of youth
Working the scars to worry lines

I wanted to reach out and touch you
To tell you everything would be all right
That everything will be fair weather
But, what right have I to intrude?
Sorrow is yours
Misty dreams have no substance
No consolation
Yet I am somehow with you;
That is all I can give.


Frog. 1999