Diffident and quite reserved
He was loath to join in
And would rather observe.
He'd keep his distance
Quietly watch
He didn't care for others much.
Meal times he would eat alone.
And, as for company
Preferred his own.
Yet there's little doubt
He didn't miss much.
We didn't know him
But he knew us.
He'd stand to one side
And just observe.
What lay behind
That quiet reserve?
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Third Verse: More Poems from Andrew Green
PoetryHighest #55 in poetry. Like my previous collections Third Verse is a mix of moods and styles with a mission to entertain. I keep it light and good humoured if I can but there's often a message there too.
