Gone

With open mouth the words won't speak

though heart and tongue be cheek to cheek

I'm weary more, my back does creak

The silence screams and makes me weak

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With little cares, the chasm sows

despondency, the shadow grows

the time is gone, I've had enough

so it is time to call your bluff

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A preacher went to trim the lawn

walking there he spied a fawn

work be done he gave a yawn

"They won't miss me when I'm 

gone."

(c) November 2019

DWP