GOING ONE WAY
Going to hell in a rusty bucketStopping off at the last chance saloon
On the road of good intentions
Well laid , mislaid plans tripping up
Broken promises all around
Words trusted , vrbal even writan down
Not worth the recycled paper their printed on
All hot air , not fore cold hands and body's
Trust betrayed , hopes dashed
No lifeboats nor May West's to cling to
Still you got to laugh!!
Ken D Williams
The Dyslexic Wordsmith Of Thanet
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Poetry by ken d williams
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Written on 2007-11-27 at 14:42
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