My life’s focus — only my own
not giving thought that I might share
now foolish me I am alone
the path back home has overgrown
oh how I long to be back there
you were unselfish with your heart
now I see certain I was blind
I tore our tender love apart
ungrateful fool — I did depart
dreaming there’s better I could find
please my love — please now hear my plea
desperately I call to you
my empty life has turned on me
its seduction was trickery
in my life — you — were what was true
talk what you please of future spring
and sun-warm’d sweet to-morrow
when shunned love won’t heed your calling
and you’re fickle heart is rightly breaking
it is the loneliest of woe
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rob kistner © 2022
Poetry at: dVerse