I Must Be Off My Time Is Up Poem by Colin Breck Boardman

I must be off, my time is up,
It's months since you did shoo me,
Yet why am I still so hung up
And still attached and gloomy?

My marching orders were displayed
In no uncertain terms,
Yet still I wallow in your shade
To chew on morbid worms.

Your company has not been great,
Your silence is demanding,
Your shadow showing more of late
Your features reprimanding.

So cheerio, I'm on my way,
Just watch me disappear,
No longer now to share or say
Things in your scarecrow ear.