Forever exercise in disappointment, The wives' makeup melting, the kids Bored and fussy on the scalding pier, Armed with patriotic pom-poms bought And paid for with wives' club Money. Like watching paint dry, A bike rust, the tide leaching out At day's end is watching your Ship come in, cumbrous and yes All the sailors turned out on The decks in summer whites. It's a happy occasion. But They've go their work and All you can do is wait to receive, For the chit of your patience, Someone too tired to call out your name.
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