It’s like those new pairs of Jordan’s that you just have to have
You can’t afford them and so people laugh
You want them o so bad
But there’s jus no way
“Maybe some other day” is what your mother turns to say
It’s like standing in line all night long
To be one of the first to get a ticket to that concert
Just to hear your one favorite song
You wait and you wait
But when it’s your turn it’s too late
You stood on that line
Wasted your time
Just to get nothing in the end
Someplace else is where you could have been
It’s like that race you want so badly to win
You have talent
You have skill
And you are certainly driven
You practice real hard
And track is in your heart
You’re up on that line
Standing there for what must be your thousandth time
Only to get beat for another
And all you and your coach can do is look at each other
That’s what you and I are like
We wanted it to work o so bad
But we know longer shared what we once had
We took a break and said “maybe some other day”
And so our haters had the last laugh
and got to say what they wanted to say
We invested and put in so much time
Seemed like we waited for each other our entire lives
And when we got it; it all seemed good
But somewhere along the way there were things misunderstood
We put in so much time and it didn’t work in the end
The only difference is that there was no place else that I would have rather been
We jumped the hurdles and loss a couple of times
But we ran the whole race and always crossed the finish line
Even though we got up with some bruises
We sucked it up and made no excuses
And now in the end all we can do is look at each other
That’s how each of those things relate to us being together
Shoes
A concert
And my favorite sport all relate to our relationship
Next time I won’t ever take things for granted
Thinking that it will last
Because after dong that...now... things are jus part of the past
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem