This very moment…
Upon this very stage…
Who would finishing reading out this poem?
Or would you try to bring me back?
Give me the kiss of life?
Return me to the task in hand?
For, I have been told, ‘nobody’ could read my poems
The way that I do.
And once gone…
Would they be silent?
NB Funny how some poems just happen. This took about two minutes and very little editing. Bit bleak; but, it’s only a collection of words in a certain order put. Graeme:)