We Shall See

Take my hand,
follow me
along the paths
to obscurity.
You might think that
you're lonely,
well we shall see
about that won't we?

See that grave
over there?
It is the family plot
going spare.
You might think
that you don't care,
well we shall see
about that won't we?

See that note book
full of dreams?
Perhaps it's more than
what it seems,
perhaps a life
has died upon its reams,
but we won't see
about that will we?

© Mark Sheeky. Permission is required for reproduction.