Pants

Allow me a minute
Or three
Or four
Or two

Give me a firm place to stand
And I will
Or won't
Move you

It's time to get up
But you feel
Too very
Blue


It's not that
I don't have
Some longing
You know

It's just
You're no longer
Enticing
Interesting . . . no

Sorry
You're not motivated
To strive
To grow


You never
Gave me a firm place
To stand
To dance

Yet I
Always gave you
A second
Or third chance

But now
I'll say goodbye
Thank you -
But I can wear my own pants