Wednesday, December 18, 2013

Come Home, 1970

I thought I would never see you again,
The thought of losing you brought pain,
I thought you would be in an accident,
I said, "I've got to be intelligent".

I had a feeling after I saw you for the last time,
My feelings were not worth a dime,
I felt so sick after I saw you last,
I had to hurry home, fast.

"Keep the faith", one of them told me,
My heart was not filled with glee,
I'm glad that you're back,
I feel so slack.

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