Meditation by Alex Scott

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When steerin' weans are sleeping sound,
   And night is getting late;
I smoke my pipe, and dauner round,
   And lean across my gate.

I hear the rumble far awa'
   Of trains and tramway cars;
I hardly notice them at a',
   But stand and watch the stars.

For stars, to me, aye seem to say,
   "What's a' your fash and fret?
You never lacked three meals a day,
   Nor died in winter yet."

If folk exist in distant stars,
   As clever bodies state;
I wonder if some man in Mars,
   Is leaning o'er his gate.

First published in The Sydney Morning Herald, 21 June 1930

Author: nothing is known about the author of this poem.

Author reference sites: Austlit

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