In one minutes’ time,
The doors close and the train leaves,
Another day starts.
I found an old book,
Turned the pages for a look,
And saw myself there.
The pages brittle,
I turn with care,
Wond’ring if,
I will find you there.
As complex as simple is.
In one minutes’ time,
The doors close and the train leaves,
Another day starts.
I found an old book,
Turned the pages for a look,
And saw myself there.
The pages brittle,
I turn with care,
Wond’ring if,
I will find you there.
The pen yesterday,
Made a big mess on the page,
An inky poopee.
No deal, is no more?
Will it all be delayed now?
Yes, Labour’s still crap!
Today is vote day,
Let them count see the dis-May.
Is there value in this?
How will we recall,
This time of Brexit madness?
Some key turning point?
Remain or Leaving,
It draws a line in the sand.
Right across both sides.
Watching films, Bird Box.
Some like it and others don’t,
But we keep watching.
Dinner time was good,
Crackers, good food and a laugh,
Time to leave so soon.