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Trier, Summer 2001

I sat in this public square
just to rest my aching feet.
This couple wandered up
sat next to me on the seat.
To say they were elderly
is just my vanity;
In truth they can't have been
very much older than me.
My command of the language
is a long standing joke
so I panicked a little bit
when the woman spoke;
For she used a country dialect
and I had my Yorkshire twang
yet somehow the conversation
cheerfully chugged along.
By speaking slowly and carefully,
with nods and use of our hands
we managed to chat away
and each seemed to understand
what the other was on about.
We were all happily chatting away
like three old army mates
on a mess re-union day.
A pleasant half hour passed
then we shook hands all three
when it was time for me to go.
This just seems to prove to me
It's your manner and attitude,
not so much what you say
that really counts
at the end of the day:
And it helps once in a while
to just sit there and smile.

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