Friday, 16 June 2017

The Art Of Doing Nothing

Mona Lisa with her moving eyes
On each of us a thoughtful linger
Not asking not accusing
But they somehow point a finger

Cavalier’s laughing in your face
As you explain your heart is broke
You let those leaders have their way
For all your worth a corny joke

Anne Boleyn is looking at your head
A stealthy form of blame
You can join her in a lonely walk
With those who gave in to the game

The girl with the pearl hears footsteps
She turns to watch you move away
To give you distance from her question
Which you hear to your dismay

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