Friday, August 18, 2006

something that's supposed to be random

And now I can feel the day coming
the day of farewells and goodbyes
inside I seem to lie to myself
and tell myself not to cry


The day that seemed so far off before
is now no longer so
it seems the day came too quickly
the day I have to go


And as I think about the past
the memories flood back
a shower of emotions
the future seems so black


A little smile, a little while
the day we all first met
treasuring moments so carefully
trying not to be upset


And now I try to end this poem
but find I cannot do so
perhaps this poem is meant to go on

what to do what to say what to think what to pray

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