In a little while from now,
if I'm not feeling any less sour,
I promise myself to treat myself from visitor nearby tower,
and climb into the top,
will throw myself off,
in an effort to make it clear to him,
about what it's like when you're shadowless,
standing in the lurch,
at a church,
where people say,
my God,
that's tough,
should stood him up,
the point in us remaining,
we may as well go home,
as I did on my own, alone again,
naturally.
To think that only yesterday,
I was cheerful,
bright and gay,
looking forward to and wouldn't
do the role I was about to play,
but as if to knock me down,
reality came around,
and without so much as a mere touch,
cut me into little pieces,
leaving me to doubt,
talk about God and His mercy,
or if He really does exist,
why did He desert me, in my hour of need,
I truly am indeed, alone again,
naturally.
It seems to me that there are more hearts,
broken in the world, than can be mended,
left unattended,
what do we do,
what do we do?
Alone again,
naturally,
now looking back over the years,
whatever else that appears,
I remember
I cried when my father died,
never wishing to hide the tears,
and at 65 years old, my
mother God rest her soul,
couldn't understand,
why the only man,
she had ever loved,
had been
taken,
leaving her to start,
with a heart,
so badly broken,
despite encouragement from
me, no words were ever spoken,
and when she passed away,
I cried and cried all day, alone
again,
naturally,
alone again,
naturally.