The Man Without a Mask

They call David the Captain He wears a seaman's cap He's always told to clean it But takes no note of that. He wears paste jewellry anchors Pinned upon his chest Wears second hand suits, and smokes a pipe Henever seems to rest His temper never alters They tell him what they see They chide and then they laugh at him But he knows how to be So he stands and sucks his pipe Then turns to me and smiles Says stuff like "We're the same, you know" And never seems to lie To me his name is David Who can't pretend to be Anything other than the man That we always see So I admire David For everything he is That I could be so true to me Is all that I could wish