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I love the way you

choose
To live your life
Raise your children.
I love the way you
Make me laugh
Let me see you almost cry.

And when I look

at you

And go pitter pat

in Anticipation
Your ability to

rattle my cage
And all that
And all that
Which goes with being a man.


But those

things

Don't make up for

one

thing
Time
The only thing that

matters
Doesnt matter,
If when you look
Over the crowd in your lfe
You always overlook me
I stand there

waving frantic
To get your attention
And stomp my feet
In precieved injustice.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

"If when you look over the crowd in your lfe
you always overlook me" That is the line in this poem that makes me save it.  I can still see myself asking for attention that should have been mine and stomping "my feet in precieved injustice."  I know now in love you shouldn't have to ask for time You just find it...even if it is in a crowd, or a thought, or a poem.

For Tommy by the Fairgrounds

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©24 July 2002 - 4:07am — djtj
8 January 2004 - 1:41am — jgupta
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Some of your poems are so helpless but so patient. I admire you the way you think and write.