Were you looking for me? What did you want?
I know it was me you were looking for; someone
mentioned your name, or was it me just wanting
to live in vain?
How did you know where to find me? Did you search
high and low? No, of course, I ain’t nosey, I just want to
know. Anyway, what did you want? You never said, but
I bet it is important whatever it is. Do you owe me money?
I don’t think so, but hang on, I know who you are. You are
my Uncle Ned, and that is strange because I thought you
3 thoughts on “Looking For me”
Once again you start out with a plaintive, haunting and poignant feeling and end up with a joke!
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Is that good or bad, your comment? I suppose the idea was to give it a bit of mystery to get you going, then u get get hit with the punchline. I love all feedback, good or bad. it’s better than having no feedback at all. I don’t see it as a joke. Sarah, see if you can get your hands on a copy of The Affair of the Thirty-nine Cufflinks, by James Anderson. It is a fantastic read
It was just the words “uncle ned”, made me laugh after the mysterious tension of the other lines. I will have a look at the James Anderson .