Oil on troubled water
Grease on squeaky wheel
Quiet as a mouse am I
Not saying what I feel
To sit not…
Across a table
To tell you not…
What I’m able
Best to keep
It to myself
Store truth away
Upon the shelf
Oil on troubled water
Quiet as a mouse am I
Keepin’ me thoughts to meself
With a knowin’ wink o’ me eye
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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