An elderly gentleman
Standing in the middle of the junction
Completely oblivious to the traffic
Trying to edge around him.
I took him by the elbow
And led him to the safety of the kerb.
'D'you know? ' he asked wistfully
Gazing at the mist haloed street lights,
'It was just such an evening as this
I last saw Nonie Collins! '
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