Old and Grey

every second that i wait on your call

is a second wasted from the sunshine outside,

and every thought that I spend on you

Could be spenT on something else instead,

And every breathe that I have given to you

Should of been given to a different man

If i don't start living now 

Then when?

And if I don't make a change today

Then how will i forgive myself

When I am old and grey.

 

 

 

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saiom's picture

excellent

you remind everyone that letting go creates a vacuum into which miracles flow

 

not_an_addict's picture

Thank you

Thank you so much for taking time to read xx


please read my poems, and enjoy the real-life drama that is my life!