TRUST ..........................

You trusted me not to do certain things,
no clandestine relationships, secret drinking,
smoking, changing clothes, no white lies,
there was nothing left, stripped bare with imperfection.

No guarantee of one hundred per cent they say,
we'll all do our best to live another day;
one rule for you, something different for me,
at the end of it all, just confined to history.

Time is running out, for mainly me and for you,
it would be a shame if no compromise we can do;
I have to tell you that we are at war with decency,
reversal, but that we have received no such undertaking.

Oh well, as someone once said: 'If it's not me,
it's someone else and what will you do then?