I am not afraid to rust,
Or to gather a little dust –
A cobweb here, some mildew there,
And the charming scent of must.
But to be left without a care,
Like a sock upon the stair –
Alone, ignored, barely discussed –
Would be more than I could bear.
I am not afraid to rust,
Or to gather a little dust –
A cobweb here, some mildew there,
And the charming scent of must.
But to be left without a care,
Like a sock upon the stair –
Alone, ignored, barely discussed –
Would be more than I could bear.