Comments about Ben Wallace
We'Ll Meet Again Someday.
She said, over my shoulder,
'We'll meet again someday.'
I gave her one of my halfway grins,
I knew what she meant, but that's our story.
I put the blues harp to my lips and blew a sorry tune,
she sang along as always and we held the meagre audience.
We showed them, rather, made them listen to,
our story, albeit a short one,
how once we were, then were not.
All this was a long time ago,
the same voice whispered in my ear
'Hey, Limey, don't I know your name? '
Another halfway grin and I shrugged,
who'd have ...