He knows not that I watch him
He might be quite appalled
But in my head I'm joining him
Swim out past the sea wall
At first it seemed he'd chicken out
His trunks were past his knees
The belly fat that hung in front
Said, Macaroni Cheese!
His head was round with balding hair
But I have always thought
It was a sign of genius though
Well maybe, maybe not
And then he dove like he had known
The ocean all his life
He sliced right through the crashing waves
Like mother's butter knife
He swimmed and swam, and swam and swimmed
Impressed? Yes, I was much
For balding man with cheddar flab
Seemed like he knew his stuff
He stopped to scan horizon and
With no one else around
He then stood up to my surprise
In water three feet down
He started making noises and
I thought I heard 'Hurray'!
He splashed his arms and jumped around
Like it was his birthday
But still he didn't see me
From his play place in the sun
And it was very clear to me
That he was having fun
And maybe I'd have joined him
If I was somewhat more bold
But tell the truth, I can't abide
The water when it's cold!
Sara Fielder
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-happy-man-4/
