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pausing for air
the reflection in the shop window tells me
I've become that man I used to look at
years ago through naive young man's eyes
as we passed each night on the way from work
the once straight back just a little bowed
the gait not quite so firm and steady
the body showing signs of a day's fatigue
as though a night's sleep not quite enough
to wipe away the previous day causing
a cumulative weekend needing tiredness
but always seeming to wear a real smile
that reached down to the depths of his eyes
set deep in that life worn pale creased face
I can't believe those years passed so quickly
and I have taken his place to the observer
I hope that to any a young man's eyes looking
I keep his brave smile on show for the world
and fill his shoes in a suitable and fitting fashion
I've become that man I used to look at
years ago through naive young man's eyes
as we passed each night on the way from work
the once straight back just a little bowed
the gait not quite so firm and steady
the body showing signs of a day's fatigue
as though a night's sleep not quite enough
to wipe away the previous day causing
a cumulative weekend needing tiredness
but always seeming to wear a real smile
that reached down to the depths of his eyes
set deep in that life worn pale creased face
I can't believe those years passed so quickly
and I have taken his place to the observer
I hope that to any a young man's eyes looking
I keep his brave smile on show for the world
and fill his shoes in a suitable and fitting fashion
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pausing for air
pausing for air