Yesteryear while I tried to walk,
Far away from here,
Drinking in air,
A poor substitute for beer…
I thought of her,
And him…and you,
I thought of ‘pressing problems’
And the little I could do.
The rain beat down,
Keeping time with heart,
And as I sat down,
Pain shot up a certain part…
I should’ve known better,
Than to perch on jagged rock.
We couldn’t risk a tear,
In the conventional frock.
And as I nursed my pride,
That lone summer day,
A little thought blossomed,
On mind began to play
I no longer cared,
To be astride,
To embrace the fashion,
To be with time.
They say, I should’ve known better,
Than to perch on jagged rock,
But now there’s a gaping rent,
In the conventional frock.
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