Stupid, stupid, stupid fool,
going 'round and 'round.
You're leaving footprints wherever you go,
set deep into the ground.
Can you not see, you silly goat?
Your ways are plain to see.
We know what's up.
We see you there,
drifting out to sea.
But, by now, we've figured out,
there's not much we can do.
We've pretty much run out of rope,
That we can throw to you.
But we smile, and wave, quite sad,
as blindly you drift on.
Wondering if, this time you'll find,
Your way back on your own.
Copyright © Gavin Lottering | Year Posted 2019
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
to post a comment