Returns
Flee, you shadows of yesteryears
We wouldn’t want to truck with past!
Aren’t you like some ancient urn-
Hollow at soul, yet decked withal?
That you are so full guile
Nobody would dare deny!
That you come without summons
Who would even care recall?
You catch us at such moments
Where anything but you would do!
You sneak in where the angels
Would never, even in dreams, dare!
We were so fed up, that we even-
Invented a theory to keep you dry!
Aren’t you something to re-enter
Our cute, blissful and barmy world……
Advertisements
Leave a Reply