I am the wall.
I get hit by the ball.
I have a friend Paul.
who once smoked Pall Malls.

He’d stand up by me
just to stare at all the
neighborhood ladies
over at the marquee.

We had these great years
standing right here,
me and my friend
for days without end.

Now Paul’s gone away.
He left without saying.
I have remained
but I don’t complain

for I’m made of brick
and I don’t get sick.
I’m not bothered at all.
I’m just a wall.