A Time To Spare Poem by Andres Viacrusis

To you, this may not be of importance,
mere mumblings none the less,
this is a mere pointless redress,
of a feeling thats in my chest,

i come to you without a reason,
no ideals to share nor moral lessons,
no i'm not asking for material possessions,
but a little of your kind attention,

i ask not for you to understand,
for i myself do not know where i stand,
this is not an order or command,
you are free to leave whenever you can,

to wit i open up my plea,
i ask but a thing of possibility,
a friend to talk to, i'm in need,
to heed whatever mumblings i may give,

i am but soliciting a fragment of your mind,
let us exchange opinions, yours and mine,
about the things upon the sun shines,
anything and everything to pass our time,

let us talk about all that we have,
both the good and those we wish never had,
of happy thoughts and those of sad,
a talk about the life we led,

guilty pleasures we have in life,
those dreams like that of taking flight,
away from all those problems in sight,
to give ourself that momentary sigh...

to you dear friend i give my thanks,
i'm afraid i had held you too much from your tasks,
i would love to talk to you again sometime,
thanks for giving me company this time.