When the day unfolds, will secrets be told? Or
Will we be kept in the dark, I hear you hark?
What secrets are there left to tell? Only those
That are saved by the bell. Ones that can
Never be revealed, leaving nothing to yield.
So I’ll leave you with this – there is not a
Time to tell, what people don’t want you
To know, so keep quiet and your secrets
Will die and nobody will be left to wonder
why.
Poems By ken makepeace 