My Poetry

This is another early poem.

You never know how much you love somebody;

until that loved one is gone.

Then you must travel down the road of life alone;

bearing the burden of guilt and regret.

As you travel down the dark road of life;

you glance over your shoulder at the fun times you've had.

And with a lump in your throat and lead in your heart;

you continue on your journey, down the grim road of life.

While you travel down that dismal road, you turn around again;

to see the fun things you've done, how you laughed and kissed.

And with a tear in your eye you continue once more;

and as you walk in the darkness, you whisper.

"Farewell good friend, thank you for the times we've shared;

and should you ever change your mind, remember I'll always love you."