Sit a little, won’t you mister.
Pause there and enjoy,
A little smile of recognition,
And perhaps a wistful sigh;
Ah, me – how long you have been gone,
Mister, settle for a while,
Here’s a smile of recognition,
To lift you on this night;
For mister, you might wander,
‘Cross the earth from time to time,
But if your heart were not a pilgrim’s,
From your heart you would not hide;
And though my poets soul,
Might seek to call the heart that’s hidden,
My soul can take a moment to be bidden,
And enjoy a little smile of recognition.