"Immature poets imitate; mature poets steal." T S Eliot

Wednesday 1 July 2009

Baby, Walk On

You show no mercy
When you say that we
That we ain't lovers;
Oh, what can you mean?

I'm a patient man,
Sittin' on impatient dreams,
But see where I stand;
Sheltered in my vanities.

I suffer with patience,
‘Til you come on by.
And tomorrows don’t matter-
No need to justify,
A knee jerk reaction;
This feeling’s not quite
Fickle winds of affection;
Since yesterday's alright.

I said easy, mister;
‘Cause I’ll tell it you true-
‘Bout when all your friends laugh;
And they call you a fool.

We’ve got no need to talk;
Why talk round the answer.
So farewell baby, walk on;
'Cause tomorrow don’t matter

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