Short Rations
You are keeping me on short rations
Do you think it can put down my weight
Or you could be short on elations
Cause its either too early or late
When I’m knocking at your window
Every time it is shuttered for me
You put down your head to a pillow
I’m out there, by the oak tree
You don’t let in your old faithful
Just as the matter of fact
And I think you do think it’s disgraceful
But you just admit that is that
It is useless to ask for a cause
Could be an autumnal spleen
Could be a rain, that falls
Somewhere, outside the screen
Could be a firework bursts
Old Guy keeps getting his toll
Could be anything that disturbs
Could be me who waits for your call.
Copyright © Gregory Colodub | Year Posted 2023
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