Many were his fans
This sixties danger man
The prisoner,of his classic cult-
Director,writer and star part,
His moral stand sets him apart
Tribute to Patrick McGoohan 1928-2009,actor,poet,writer
Her eyes sparkled and a smile played on her lips,
She looked all around the room, held her coffee, took two sips.
‘The world is still a beautiful place’, were the first words that she spoke,
‘I haven’t been here for a thousand years.’ I thought it was a joke.
It was then that I really looked at her as the sun played with her hair,
I knew right then that I was alone and she wasn’t really there.
I was sitting with a ghost, who was worlds away from her time,
She sits here alone drinking coffee, just waiting for a sign.
So I raised my hat and bade her well and wished her on her way,
I left her some money and smiled and then I got up to walk away.
But I stopped and looked at her face to see if there was any pain,
I told her in the nicest way that I hoped that I would never see her again.
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