Swimming Around In the Soup
How many breaths do I have, before the end of days
How many words are faked, will we give our game away
How many years in the closet, before they all come out gay
How many dark thoughts do we possess, the one we never say
Questions difficult to answer, how come they manage that easy lay
How many tears are shed, tells his wife he went astray
How many screams do we hear, the bills I’m unable to pay
How many times has he promised, if you go the kids will stay
How many times do we look at the sun, but still it appeared grey
Questions about god and the universe, which truths should we obey
How many saints are in heaven, to which should we pray
How many more sleeps, before Santa Claus, gets underway
How many more weeks til open season, shoot birds in disarray
How many more years do I have, to wear this damn mask anyway
Questions we read about quite randomly, in our poetry soup everyday
20/08/2021
By David Kavanagh
Copyright © David Kavanagh | Year Posted 2021
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