My Children are growing up and I stare so dreary at the wall.
Listening to my sad song woe is me. If I could only give up my life for a chance to spend with my wife the one I let get away the one that I pushed away the moments I lost. My descendants so small oh wall do you hear my plea for love. My love for love of family and friendly encounters. my tear drops have tear drops so deep my sadden state. I miss even the quite times when you were all asleep and now its just me. Wall are you listening ignoring or echoing ? I never moved my lips so I known it can not be sounds never break free I just stare at you eyes welled up with deep thought of joys from the past leaving me lonely and sad lip poked out dragging along singing my sad song Woe is me.
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