Burst My Bubble - Poem by Barry Pook
Too many secrets,
Too many lies,
Promises that were not kept,
So I walked away and wept.
How things alter,
But I cannot falter,
Hobo by the wayside,
I wonder how many times he's cried?
Looking after number one today,
I must see shades of grey,
So disillusioned releasing the slack,
I'm safe and hidden in one colour - Black
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