another year

the liar is not here

he said he wouldn’t be

& truthfully he isn’t

the man with no voice is though

his esposa & him

playing two handed solitaire

we stop & say hello

pressing his buzzer

he says hi

& all move on

with smiles & nods

until another year

the fat labrador dog

on the carrot diet

if the blokie with

always forgets us

as the sun rises

over high rise blocks

we move seats

to sit in the sun

& as we rise to leave

tip our hats

to all those there

the liar turns up

flashes his smile

we sit again all ears

to hear how

his story flies this year