Many Nights Poem by BRUCE MARTONE

MANY NIGHT'S I LIED A WAKE
JUST THINKING ABOUT WHAT IT WOULD TAKE
AND MANY DAYS I THINK ABOUT WHAT I COULD SAY
WHEN YOU WALK MY WAY
THAN I SAY HELLO YOU SO GOOD
YOU SAY THANK YOU BUT YOU HAVE TO GO
THAN I CRY WIPING A TEAR FROM MY EYE
CAUSE I'M SO TIRED OF BEING ALONE
IN MY DARK GLOOMY HOME,
OH MANY NIGHT'S I LIED A WAKE
JUST THINKING ABOUT WHAT IT WOULD TAKE
AND MANY DAYS I THINK ABOUT WHAT I COULD SAY
AS YOU COME WALKING MY WAY
THAN I DO I TRY TO ACT REAL COOL
UNTIL I STUMBLE ON MY WORDS
MAKING ME LOOK LIKE A FOOL
AS YOU START WALKING AWAY
AND STILL I CRY WIPING A TEAR FROM MY EYE
CAUSE STILL I'M ALONE IN MY DARK GLOOMY HOME