Counting Backwards To Good Bye
I may be thought of as unwanted leftovers perhaps;
Maybe that’s because I leave a bad taste in their mouths?
It’s said I’m never on time, never in line; and continually blind somehow;
And how can anyone love me if according to Hoyle I’m so undependable?
But my pets, they insist that I give them my love;
I’m a very nice guy; what’s not to love and I love with such intensity.
Of course not everyone can accept love like they do.
People have expectations and rightly so I guess.
I’m still loved though and I’m loyal and look out for those who love me;
But yet those who were once the closest categorize me as;
Insignificant residue from the past that they wish would go away.
It was once even considered ideally prudent; if I had of perished long ago.
Perhaps it’s a circle needing to be broken; so leaving little else to say;
I suppose at this point I should inject a social indemnity;
That hopes their lives continue to prosperous if it so suits them.
And me; I’ll do like I always do and make believe it doesn’t matter.
Copyright © Leonard Taormina | Year Posted 2009
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