Terry Ireland Poet Rhyme

Missing

As he was walking down the street 
One foot fell off,
An embarrassing incident 
He manage to cover with a cough.
Just twenty yards further on
To his despair 
He discovered that 
He wasn’t even there. 
Time, he thought, to 
End his roam
So he turned about and
Walked back home 
There he realised, 
With a wince,,
He wasn’t in. 
Nobody’s seen him since. 
There’s just a space
Where he used to be 
And cup of cold 
Unsweetened tea
And the impression 
Of one foot
In a pile 
Of fallen soot.
So ends
This sad sad tale of sorrow
Gone today 
And still gone tomorrow.
Just occasionally  someone
May almost meet
A one footed man
Not quite there on the street.
It was just an impression 
He very nearly made
Before he disappeared back
Into the hazy shade.

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