Saturday, 21 February 2009

Little Man

So I go blithely on!
Setting out each day
Bag on my arm
And shoes nicely polished
To live in my world
Doing my things
Proud of myself
Well almost
And there you stand
Or rather slouch!
With a leer
And calling my bluff!

Where there's a will

If I knew for sure
Would I concur
In the erosion
Of my will
I think not
But as it is
And not being sure
Only suspecting
I dismiss resisting you
Give in
Get lost
In your concept
Of the world