I had a dream in my plight,
It gave me such a fright,
A vision of possibilities,
While I'm trapped in the night.
You left me for a friend,
Our second marriage,
Not even consummated,
In the end.
I lost my car,
But I still have the keys,
I'm searching for my glasses,
Down on my knees.
I'm feeling pretty hot,
But that is just me,
Walking under this sun,
Will make you sweaty.
Weaving left, weaving right,
Paulidoodle is out of sight,
These people on the streets,
Put me off my beat,
So slowly they stroll,
In the summer heat.
About the Creator
Colin Hope
An ex surveyor living in Toronto, Canada on long term disability due to being crazy. I fried my brain and now have a honking great anxiety disorder. I have been writing poetry since the mid seventies. I'm green-left who used to work for Gre
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