Life's a bitch or so they say
trying to make it thought the everyday.
Working our best hours away.
for that mad dash for the bank on Friday.
the conspiring control you can't foresee.
So I consider it lowly and not for me.
Some call me a vagabond, I mind None.
For it seems my days consist of nothing but fun.
I have no problem about working around the clock
but then again, I'm not prone to be a desk jock.
Working for that weekly wage,
another day, another page.
Faces in the crowd, pass me by.
Seeing their faces and their lonely eye's.
At the end of the day, What would I have?
After my dinner alone and my quiet bath?
Dreaming of freedom every night?
Climbing that sand dune, losing the fight?

Once she came my world was set afire.
Now my world burns with all my desire
She cleans my world of misery and pain.
She makes me whole, Maybe I can love again.
For everything she does, She thinks of me
everywhere I look, she's all I see.
Here I write this poem of basking love.
She knows when to kiss me and when to shove.
She's learned how to deal with my unhappy days
for on those long days she holds me tight
and snuggles close on those cold winter's nights.
I can't really express my feelings for her.
On the inside she makes me feel free and sure.
I may have found someone out there.
Someone I can feel for, Someone to care.
In the night, holding her close to me.
In the darkness, She helps me see.
Her body next to mine makes me smile,
makes me feel whole, trekking that unknown mile.
For I have found a friend to which I can see.
Someone who can care and talk freely to me.

01/29/1999

Posted on 12/16/2003
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