CT Poems

(C) 1997 Chris Trothen



Mister Lives

  As if I know, that left to grow,
  It was not bad, but to leave so sad,
  Much more than flat, it wasn't that,
  I cared for him, I, I care for him.

  I always will, I love him still,
  Past it has been, mine I have seen,
  My life I am, it's why I can,
  Take as I do, both me and you.

  I think of them, they're here often,
  Not just as one, more have they run,
  I love them all, for still they call,
  They love me too, they all still do.

  Special our bond, last's on and on,
  Imagine the way, improving each day,
  That I can see, how rich and it's me,
  It's me you see, that I have to be.

  Me, why is it now, I don't know how,
  We are so much, to hurt him such,
  I owe him more, than closing the door,
  Wish he would find, love like is mine.

  If only he could, he's ever so good,
  Would he survive, if that did arrive,
  Yes, that I hope, we can all cope,
  Only it's hard, just to discard.

  Easy we're not, tears me apart,
  Lives have to start, I'm on the spot,
  Whatever that happened, my life it opened,
  Today and tomorrow, no time for sorrow.


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