GLUM... I've just found...

this strange new word.

Well to say I've just found it

might imply I'd lost it,

which of course common sense tells

me I can't have done.

Which ever way you look at it...

inside out, upside down,

back to front...

there's no getting away from it...

it's a jolly good word.

Four letters to boot.

On the face of it,

it more than tells you what

you need to know.

It doesn't ask for sympathy,

a toothsome word, 
an honest word,
not requiring

explanation.

People just get it.

In fact on hearing it this morning 

and feeling exactly that.

I adopted it, nay, I nicked it.

I carefully put it in my pocket and

walked off with it. 

Gently glum sat in my jumper, 

cosy and content.

 Cosy and content?

Perhaps not, because with

each step, it seeped out of my top,

slithered down my leg and fell

to earth, keen to get away.

I'm wasting my time here,

I'll look for pastures new.

It now sits on the path waiting

to hitch a ride.

If it's you it chooses

do what I did,

give it temporary residence

and move on.