Time Is Running Out

Time is running out. I walk on egg shells, I got no carriage, And I wait to see if you are Spanish, Or Norwegian, or maybe, You come from Japan; I await to see. If that is the case and my future is in my hands, I will love always and I will give you my thanks, Because if destiny exists, there is a Princess And true love, truly is, priceless. I have tried my best; it’s time to confess, That these are my words, my words for her And love is my passion, with no guaranteed satisfaction, But if I had things all my own way, Baggy jeans would be back in fashion. I would like to raise a nation of my own seedlings, To become great thinkers, unlike me, And they would always speak their minds freely, And read other people’s poetry, from time to time; I hope they read mine, I hope you like mine. So if you are there, but I can’t see, Then you need to take a big step forward, Before I lose what makes me happy; Before I leave you and everything else behind… It’s getting harder and harder to rise from the blue… I think it’s time to say goodbye. (C)2018 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.