Quicker by the day,
Lost and wandering
And nobody
Stretches out a hand.
Pushing at each mention,
Everything’s ok.
Kept concealed.
Dressed and buttoned.
The best always do.
I will not do it openly
For, no one will ever know,
But it will be by my idle hand.
I promise.
It comes
As I go.
DoRee MelNic 