Written by: jeffry cohan

          ONE DAY IN MAY

I didn’t hear the call that day
Instead I chose to fall away
I didn’t care what it had to say
Instead I chose to join the fray

It was a humid day in May that year
When a call came to make it clear
That warning fell on a deafened ear
When woefulness approached all too near

Today I recall that day too well
It’s part of the reason I’ll wretch in hell
I had a great deal of problems to quell
And so I fell under a specious spell

That call was ignored by a worrisome mind
And two blue eyes demanded blind
It hurts to look ahead as well as behind
For a meager junkie, me, the undersigned
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