Seven Ten
SEVEN TEN
Ten past seven this evening
All hell is due to break loose
I have much to tell you when you get home
I’d rather not say anything for now
Face to face is the appropriate way
It was a surprise for me
I did not expect it now
When almost everything can quickly change
Well, we all live in interesting times
For some, is interpreted as a curse
I don’t think you’d ever guess
The heavy weight that I bear
You’ll try and work it out all day, I know
With your imagination running wild
Hoping for better, but prepared for worse
So for now, get through the day
They’ll all see doubt in your eyes
But you might just welcome knowing it all
Some you may have suspected all along
Maybe joy and pain in equal measure
And I hope you’ll understand
When I show you the letter
Copyright © Howard Osborne | Year Posted 2023
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