Neville

Singular I’s

Singular I’s

 

The more

I think

 

I think

About us

 

Then the 

More I realise

 

There is no

Us, is there

 

Today we

Are no more


Than a pair of

Singular I’s

 

Oh’ and a few

Loosely scattered


Obsolete were’s

For good measure

 

That’s all

We are now


Summed up

On a lonely page