Before I Forget
Some like to vote, some others don’t
But what is really missed
The voted in would never want
To know if you exist
Some like to read, some like to ride
Some others never run
They walk under the trees to hide
Their faces from the sun
Some like to go to piano bar
And while they hang around
Some other people go too far
In aim not to be found
So what’s the point to mention it
Don’t ask, for I don’t know
Some strangers passed, in second split
It was their final show.
Copyright © Gregory Colodub | Year Posted 2024
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