THE GUEST

When you came to see dear old Joe,
I remember the time I saw you last—
Shot on Super 8, forever black and white.

You come and go like sea waves to shore—
Crushing grains and then taking a few with you…
You can’t help it: keeping up appearances
in places you are not wanted.

Who knows just which doorstep you’re on next?
Be my guest when you get to mine;
no one’s ever going to offer a cup of tea!

© Gheeneil

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