Time to disappear – vanish without care – long into the
midnight air, never to be seen again, not in this world
anyway; too much dispair. No time to repair or make
amends or mend fences that have been broken and
that are beyond repair. So farewell I must, maybe
turn to do, that’s if I do not rust. So it goodbye I
I say and maybe I’ll see you another day?
Poems By ken makepeace 