I’ll dither my way to salvation

– the grey man said.

I’ll stand idly by,

blown by the wind.

I’ll keep my powder dry,

sit on the fence

until the cows come home.

I’m in love with everyone and none

– the dithering woman said.

I am a little lemming,

a lap dog in the crowd,

you’ve nothing to fear from me.

you’ll never know whom I am,

withholding my love.

a neutral heart,

throbbing without desire

This is your issue,

(I have my own).

I wish I’d never heard your stories.

I am a man.

This is for women .

Who am I to interfere?

I am a woman.

This is for more worthy minds

I wish I’d been deaf to your stories.

Wake me up

when you’ve decided

what world we should live in.

PS The polls are open now.

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Paul O'Mahony

I'm Paul O'Mahony (Poet). On Twitter you can reach me @Omaniblog A father. I work as business storytelling consultant - Podcaster - Blogger - Live streamer via Periscope - Foodie - I love to connect with people. . Live in Glanmire, Cork Ireland Europe linkedin.com/in/paulhomahony

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