Time to Flee
The ship is finally sinking
And as a
rat, I must flee.
As I start
running, I turn and see
Those who
are staying.
I did try
to warn them
And even
help with advice
But they
turned a blind eye
And reveled
in their bad choices.
I recall
the Titanic
And how
some went down
With a glass
in hand.
I can see
the celebrations
The laughter
and gaiety,
And also too
The sullen glowers
At the one who
tried to help
And bring
you good.
As I flee
to safe ground
To carry on
with my dreams
I pity the
ones I leave behind:
You could
have made hay
If you had
only listened.
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