A Ramble through Smilie Land

Get Lost

Pack up your sad face and
walk away from me
I don’t need it anymore.

Was I ever heard to say
Store your troubles here with me ?
Did you ever hear me hawk
Buy yer troubles here one and all?
So go away,
Just walk away
Leave.
Go on

I’ve played this game before
You are gonna leave one day
so walk your troubles out the door
Today.

I’ve my own tangle to unweave
My own self to deceive
Troubles bottled on the wall
Propped against the open door
And yet you bring me more.

24/5/2009