But I . . .
He was standing there
On the corner
Looking out at the great sunshine
And I
I couldn’t breath a single breath
I couldn’t look him in the eye
Though I had to try
But I . . .
I figured it out
What was right in front of me
What was there all the time
But I . . .
I just let it pass me by
Though now I sit and cry
Thinking him
I threw it all away
I thought I would have another day
Another day to try
But now . . .
I see the time has past me by
And now I’m waiting here to die
Goodbye
So sad…putting things off doesn’t always pay…thanks for sharing your poem.
slpmartin said this on July 20, 2010 at 4:31 am |