Grumblings of a Loner
It is indeed past me - the genuine, expecting
Gaze wherewith you asked me then,
Wherewith you ask me now and again.
As if I would endeavour each time to perfecting
A different yet semantically similar reply:
'Must we not put on our best and go,
To idle away time with so and so? '
As well, I could just skyward stare whereby