I'M A Man With Out Dreams Poem by BRUCE MARTONE

STAYING AWAKE BECOME ENDLESS
AND NIGHT'S SEEM SO LONG
THE STARS AREN'T SO BRIGHT
AND I LOST MY FAITH IN THE NIGHT
ALONG WITH MY PRAYERS
THAT DIDN'T GET HEARD
CAUSE I'M A MAN WITHOUT DREAMS
NOW I STARE AT THE PICTURE
ON THE WALL
WHERE MY WIFE AND I
STOOD TALL
ALONG WITH THE MANY
MEMORIES IN MY HEART
NOW ONCE I HAD A PRETTY WIFE
THE ONLY THING THAT MATTER
IN MY LIFE
TILL SHE GOT SICK AND PASS AWAY
NOW MY BED IS COLD
WHERE SHE USE TO BE
HER PICTURE GOT DUSTY
AND WE NEVER GREW OLD
NOW MY TEARS STILL FALL
AND NERVOUSLY I CRY
WANTING TO END IT ALL
TO BE WITH HER