One by one
i'm sorting ,
Things that have made my room their home
for the past twelve months.
They've got to go, find a new dwelling
i can't keep them any longer
it's hard to say goodbye
and yet there's no more space and
time isn't on our side...
one has to move on
i choose to say- 'they aren't important anymore'
Well maybe they'll end up in some corner,
in recycling bins,
in charity shops i once frequented,
maybe they'll find a lovely place
to call a home
to be loved and looked after
or even maybe
like me,
they'll continue to wander
in this vast space
i call the world.
People,
what should i do?
individuals that speak,
breathe,
eat,
sleep,
cry,
love...
i choose to think- ' I'll see you again soon,'
yes very soon i will,
but time is not on our side
how long is soon?
Tomorrow i reckon,
maybe hundred years
anything in between now and never...
Noeemo dear, where are you?
I miss you!
Are the sharks giving you a fright?
Where is Shrek tonight?
Are you cuddling the possums?
I'm off llama trekking as the sun goes down tomorrow
but where are you my Cheshire horse, ooo Ro'n
can't you gallop across the Severn?
Are the Leprechauns stopping you on the way?
...and i have to choose
to say
Goodbye!
I am left without a choice.
