an ode to thee…Eeyore

“It’s not much of a tail, but I’m sort of attached to it” …eeyore

an ode to thee…

Gloom, in search of love
So simple, yet hard to think of
Alone and wandering free
Sees only what he wants to see
Clumsy but not a dummy
Accepting truth with humility

When I see grey I think of eeyore
Grey is my favourite colour

100 Aker Wood, home sweet home
Grazing along, a sad heart roams
Oh how sweet a temperament
Dreary but benevolent
It could be worse, you never know
It could be better, like Poo has shown

Christopher Robins, where have you been
Forgot about them all, fell in love with his queen
Boy becomes a man, obsessed by a career
Reflection pulls near what was once so dear
Return to a place, for a moment, is all
To let go, grow young, not afraid to fall

Ax