I sit outside and smoke and stare.
At all the people who pass me there.
They do not wave, they do not smile.
Why won't they come and talk a while?
They pass me by without a care.
I watch them go and wonder where.
I go inside and think of them.
But they of me? Not now or then.
You want to move to the North of England, lad - we smile at everyone ;)
hey!Perdition!-don't include me with those miseries!....have this on me..AIYUP!
HOWS IT HANGING?..x
Lynne Chi Chi Horridge
Tue 11th Nov 2014 10:17
Rhys! I love this.
If you wish to post a comment you must login.
This site uses cookies. By continuing to browse, you are agreeing to our use of cookies.
jack purvis
Sun 30th Nov 2014 14:21
I definitely relate to this. North of England??? I escaped......