What is a secret?

What is a secret?

It’s a thing that’s kept closed up in a box

A thing that is sly like a fox

It’s the knowing look in somebodies eye

And the cunning tongue that tells you a lie

It’s the old grannies that close the shutters

It’s the people who stare at you and mutters

It’s the frustration you can’t get rid of

A mysterious wink or a curious nod

Maybe it’s good or maybe it’s bad?

But holding one is a heavy bag

Sensing one makes you sad

For you are never meant to know!


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