Token GesturesA Poem by BluebirdThe ring that I’ve just picked, what’s it supposed to show A world of glitz and glamour, or the path I’m supposed to go
Society seems to expect me, to find a man, settle down There’s more to life than marriage, grab some red I’m off to paint the town
I’ve been brought up in the country, so Glasgow’s full of lights Statues wearing cones on heads, and others pigeon shite
There’s docks full of memories, where ships were forged to sail Palaces and townhouses, and courts to get the jail
So where is it that I belong, in the pub or in the park So many decisions in life to make, ways to leave my mark © 2019 BluebirdReviews
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