BRUCE MARTONE


Her Life - Poem by BRUCE MARTONE

HER LIFE WAS ONE LONG MESS
SINCE HE LEFT
CHASING FOR HIS SUCCESS
WHICH MEANT TRAVELING AROUND
BUT THAT WASN'T FOR HER
SHE WASN'T LEAVING
HER HOME TOWN,
NOW SHE ALONE WITH NO ONE
AND THINKING BACK
WHEN THEY SAT IN THE PARK
WATCHING THE SUN GOING DOWN
THEY SAT WELL AFTER DARK
BUT THAT WAS THEN
AND THIS IS NOW
I HEARD HER SAY
NOW HER LIFE IS A MESS
SINCE HE LEFT
TO FIND HIS SUCCESS
WHICH MEANT TRAVELING AROUND
BUT THAT WASN'T FOR HER
SHE WOULDN'T LEAVE HER HOME TOWN
NOW HER DREAMS WERE
SINKING
AND SHE WANT TO PASS OUT
IT BETTER THAN THINKING
JUST THINKING ABOUT
NOW HER LIFE IS A MESS
SINCE HE LEFT TO FIND
HIS SUCCESS
WHICH MEANT TRAVELING AROUND
BUT THAT WASN'T FOR HER
SHE WOULDN'T LEAVE
HER HOME TOWN
WOULDN'T LEAVE HER HOME
TOWN

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, March 21, 2009



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