Walk Out Grand Poem by Paul Warren

Walk Out Grand



For forty plus years I was wound up
Wanting to do my best and sup
From the fountain of being good
And do those things you should

It didn't matter in the end of it
Whether its your best - just fit
Into the mould that they had built
To make it look good to the hilt

And survive the best you can
When it ends just walk out grand.



© Paul Warren Poetry

Thursday, March 2, 2017
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ADELAIDE, SOUTH AUSTRALIA
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