Most people like me
Seem mildly surprised
There wasn’t more
The best bit’s gone
I’m taking it now
I know full well
There’s nothing after
I get to the end
Every day my clock
Keeps sweeping along
Inexorably circling
My waiting game
Frantic I pedal
To get to the top
Only to find
More muck and rain
Sleeping’s a waste
Kissing’s quite good
Thinking’s the best
Just never stops
copyright Mendip Rouleur 2014
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