Dear Johnnie

Walk a mile in me shoes, dear Johnnie
Walk a mile, before us cubes get aged
On worn out soles of me flip flops
Though they no match for thee leather knee-highs
Walk a mile on this gravel road, dear Johnnie
And sight the stains on those dying sunsets
Which once used to be spectacular than this ginger ale
Purists may weep, Oh let ‘em scream, Johnnie
Cos the choice was mine, though it failed me
Veil her glare in your top hat and walk a mile,
On the lanes of pain, where the memories were slain
Fight the dawn with thy cane, dear Johnnie
Which I keen to see (not), before us next round!!

By Dilan Samathilake (alias Dilan daDevil)