And So To This Poem by jim hogg

Her name was Jean,
Her eyes were green;
I never noticed her at first;
And though she's well past seventeen,
At looking good she's no' the worst.

But love's demands
and life's commands
Don't always deign to coincide.
Our little ship lies on the sands;
It's lookin' like we've missed the tide.

I aimed to row,
alas too slow;
Transfixed, I sat for far too long.
And so you had to let me go
To make a start on this wee song -

(chorus)

And if we meet again some day
There's every chance I'll run away
I'd rather hold you close of course
Or walk with you on stormswept shores
But feet get cold as age takes hold
Though all the bells of love be tolled


But there were times,
like perfect rhymes,
That boded weel, it seemed to me:
Yon hug when we were past our primes,
Or when I couldn't stay for tea.

I would have snogged,
but mainly jogged,
From fear of ruining my chance.
To woo you perfectly I slogged
To stage impossible romance

And so to this,
no goodbye kiss,
No heartbreak by the garden gate.
And yet, there's all that stuff I'll miss,
Each week day morn at half past eight

(chorus)

And if we meet again some day
There's every chance I'll run away
I'd rather hold you close of course
Or walk with you on stormswept shores
But feet get cold as age takes hold
Though all the bells of love be tolled

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