Sitting under the tower
Watching the tourists queue
Listening to all the languages
And quietly enjoying the view
Only one lift is working
So the hordes stand in line
Not wanting to walk the tower
Even if it's quicker in time
Mike and Rachel are walking
Up the hundreds of stairs
I am waiting patiently
Wondering if that's them there
I'm sure it has changed colour
From the memories of my mind
Surprisingly it doesn't seem smaller
It really is one of a kind
I tried to explain to Rachel
That the tower is massively tall
But she really hadn't got it
She said it made her feel small
And so I sit here waiting
For them to come back to me
And tell me all about their trip
And everything that they did see.
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