Tuesday, December 7, 2010

no good in crowds

I should stay home
Not venture out
Refuse to interface
The wind is blowing at my door
An invitation now awaits
The hall is full
Of idle chatter
A bagpipe's job now done
All that remains is but to linger
No topic worth discussing
No name comes to the fore of mind
Forgotten faces popping round
To say hello and then to fret
Did I say too much?