I never meant to push you that far,
A line in the sand,
If  the depression was in a position,
And differently, summer envisions;
A gentle recognition could be well placed,
And maybe our troubles will be faced,
But until that time,
Don’t keep forgetting you’re embrace.
You only get one opportunity,
Be fair and I won’t drag; Be there,
‘But he doesn’t care’.

Fine. Bye.

A dossers grant, another chance, 
Set your mind to it,
And you can do this and get it.
This love is dry but it’s worth a try,
A couple of weeks of hard standing,
My head down, working.