Poetry

Friday, 25 November 2022

Returnings

 I only have a short time left

I've got to leave

right about now

Some time close to now

I am going

Got to go

The plane is on its way

The run way's black and the clouds are stacked

Upon heaven's highway

My bags are packed

And I'm ready to fly

So don't you make me stay

One day I'll be back

Unless I'm black

And I'm lost on the return journey

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