The little white oyster bar

At our hotel, on the beach.....



There's a small white house(oyster bar), a small, cozy white house

A small white house on the beach, a lonely one, a lonely white house

With no other near, not one. Not one building quite near

We would go there, every evening, after the sunsets

For a lovely, quiet dinner, the nightly beach air





A sadness to depart it, that is

to go home, the cramped home in Bangkok

Leaving the lonely white house behind

Never getting to take beauty home

Or waiting another whole week

To see her again

Then school comes along

And life's all gone....


(wrote by me, with no ryme)