it wasn't meant to be

you knocked me off like socks on rocks

snuffled up and dribbled off

my stripy green and yellow socks

your mismatched blue pink flowered socks

the socks knocked off and into the rain

lumpy and all mish-mash there

to stain my water-coloured soul

with lumpy running coloured pink

blue green and yellow stripy ink

and throw them down into the hole

taking with it part of my soul

where we put bad memories and old socks

throw them down and close the box

and look on up into the light

and find new socks..................................

 

 

The End

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