I humbly asked the world, so big and blue
to stay the coming, the coming of morrow
bidding time, needing time, to embrace this sorrow
my plea has gone unheeded – with an aye or a no.
The world did not stop, for me nor for you
went about its business, with its usual ado
inhaled the smoke of the bus, just passed through
Hah, the next train won’t be – till half past two. 😉