A Trip Home
Into the ring I tossed my hat;
It sat there unattended.
Life goes on;
And old times (by some); are soon forgotten.
I promised everything I never gave before;
Confessed my confusions;
Proclaimed my youthful ignorance;
It was dismissed and confined to the past.
Offering my friendship;
I’m left holding my breath, waiting;
For something anything;
Nothing came.
I had my last chance;
God answered my prayers.
I must have forgotten to ask for success.
Love does not always overcome life.
It appears that she prefers safety;
That cozy little intimate world of hers;
With all those position and titles;
Gaining objects and striving for objectives.
I’ve seen this before haven’t I?
The fairer sex isn’t always the kinder sex;
Nor is it always braver.
Pity pie, heavy sighs.
As the song plays out;
The bottom line pounds in my ear;
It is consistent and pulls at the heart.
The melody floats about like butterflies.
A different drummer
With a different beats;
You twirling batons;
You’re smiling so sweet.
My bottom line shuffle,
All my dreams incomplete.
Like dirt on the bottom,
of the shoes on my feet.
You sit there and suggest that I’m living in the past;
But everything I hoped to be lives in that time.
Someday just like the figure eight;
You’ll see you’re right back where you first started...
Then what will you do?
Will you look back with regret?
Will you remember my pleas of considerations?
To late miss you’ve missed.
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