13 March 2014



Take him and lay him out on the tall trestles

Put him in the shop window

For passing trade to see

Maybe some use can yet be made of him

I won’t dirty my hands with the details

Some words cannot be retracted

I’ll just say that he was here and now is gone

On twenty one occasions I asked for his forgiveness

He just shrugged his shoulders and slouched away

“No”, was all he said

Come on girl – no use moping after him

His journey is over now

But ours is just begun.


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