Lunch Break Poem by Phil Soar

One romantic day
Where the violins play
As I sit in the courtyard drinking tea
Cream scones with Jam
For an old English man
Sitting in silence beneath a cherry tree

On pavements,
Passing strangers miss him
He reads while his cup of tea cools
And the cafe, whilst busy
Is soothingly quiet
He feels alone, but surrounded by fools

Rushing around
In their lunch break
These fools do not see his relaxed state
He is just a stranger
Passing the time
And wiping the crumbs off his plate