We live in a small town, it’s true.
You might think that nothing is new.
But you would be wrong.
As we sail along,
We’re just like a ship and its crew.
We’re friendly, at least when we meet.
We know what to say when we greet.
And mostly, we’re fine,
Though there is a line
Which keeps us reserved and discreet.
We don’t really know much at all.
It’s almost as if there’s a wall.
We don’t try to scale it
And sometimes bewail it,
Yet are, usually, glad it is tall.
On the whole, we’re content to abide
Behind it, although on the side
We relish the talk
We’ll hear on a walk,
And feel no compulsion to hide
What we are delighted to learn
(Through trust we have worked hard to earn),
Is “news” that’s around
Which others have found,
But we’ll then repeat in return.