Treasure Island

KATHRYN CHOATE


My Time


Such a still quiet night
The sky is black, no stars shining bright
I sit on a porch and watch passer bys
Not knowing them, not caring to, I wonder why?

My life is a series of ups and downs
Had I followed my instincts I wouldn't be where I am now
I'm sick and tired of being sick and tired and alone
This may be my house but it doesn't feel like home

Too quiet, too empty, no laughter do I hear
I need a companion to hold me near
If there's someone out there for me, let me know
So I can be happy before it's my time to go.

Submitted: Wednesday, March 05, 2014
Edited: Wednesday, March 05, 2014

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