It's Time To Go
so much heartache
far too many tears
as this bitter soul
reflects upon empty years
of nothing gained
through wisdom's agony
it was bound to get better
such a fool is me
the lessons of life
begin with a doctors hand
we cry before breathing
we grow to understand
should have known then
in our infant state of mind
that the world would be tragic
and fate so unkind
yet we had faith and hope
for a much brighter day
and the snow always melts
like the myths of santa's sleigh
we turn on the lights
but the room remains dark
age has doused the flame
society has stolen the spark
recalling youthful days
when we laughed and played
became miniature Entrepreneur's
selling tasteless lemonade
and people bought it
because we were so cute
however when puppies turn to dogs
we give them the boot
such a realization
just adds to the pain
it's time to go now
before I go insane
I was dying to live
now I live to die
and if fate becomes kind
this is goodbye.
Bob Shank-Oct. 18th, 2006
Part of the "I'm tired" series
Copyright © Bob Shank | Year Posted 2006
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment