Move On
Posted on: 30 August 2007
- In: poetry
- 4 Comments
It’s time to move on they say
What do they mean?
Who are they to know what I need?
I’ll do what I like
… and when I please
Whose business is it if I’m happy
… or wallowing in abject misery?
People are funny when they say
Shake off the dust sheets
You’re not an object to be hidden away
Guess it’s nice they bother
Guess it’s nice they care
Wake up
Shake up
Enough of recluse
No more excuse
Move on they say
Well…
What they don’t know and
What they don’t seem to see
Is the inscrutable smile on my face
For…
Maybe I have moved on
In my own little way
copyright 2007 ann raven
4 Responses to "Move On"
2 | Rose Dewy Knickers
31 August 2007 at 12:26
Oh please. They are a bunch a nosy busy bodies.
Now Ann, about Prince. I hear he is quite sexy. What say you and I show him how it’s really done. 😉
Rose
xo
3 | ann
31 August 2007 at 12:36
Brian, a sweet response, but I think Rose, you’re nearer the mark… some people just like to tell other people what to do!
Rose, Prince is really sexy, but I think he could teach us a thing or two… you’re a beginner and I’m past it ;>)
4 | eric1313
3 September 2007 at 02:05
And that is who it matters most to, not they.
And your friend has it right; the busy bees of our lives should find better ways to occupy their time.
They are the ones who need to move on–instead of using your life for target practice, in sustitute of theirs.
at home with ann 
31 August 2007 at 12:25
It’s just cause they love you, that’s all. 🙂