Seven Magpies
On my pillow there's
mascara,
And my eyes are salty red,
Patch my face up in the mirror,
Another day of lead.
And my work is never finished,
Deadlines come and gone,
My status has diminished,
Will they keep me on?
Meet my friends and
we go drinking,
As we play our social game,
I wonder if they are thinking,
She never says his name.
Half my life is left unspoken,
What is it that they suppose?
They may guess my heart is broken,
But no-one really knows.
I'm so superstitious,
Fate's upon my side,
Omens look propitious,
But every sign has lied.
Riffling through the papers,
Read his horoscope,
All those silly capers,
For those who live by hope.
I see seven magpies
perching,
Here's my sorrow, where's my joy,
Where's the girl? and I'm still searching,
For that baby boy.
Now my hair is showing silver,
Where's my ring of precious gold.
All I'll have to keep for ever -
A secret that's not told.