The weather is cooler now
The boutonnieres no longer in tow
I fear for indifference
I feel we are changing tense
Is it yesterday I'm writing about
Is it tomorrow that I'm trying to shout
Or is it right now that I dwell
Wouldn't that be awful swell
Insouciance wafts across the room
It presciences my sense of doom
You cannot make a duck quack
Not even with a verbal whack
They will not hold the football still
Snatch it away they always will
Leave you defending air
No experience there to share
Can you not see my shrinking game
Will you never again call me by name
My star no longer is brightly shone
Loneliest lonely I alone
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