Life is to short for chasing
And also to short for worrying and pacing,
I'm tired of all that trying
And I'm tired of the false promises and sighing.
I am tired of trying to make her happy
Because, of that I am now unhappy,
For her I always did and tried my very best
I truly now need some rest.
I am tired of wanting her to be mine
I'm tired that not always am I able to shine,
My thoughts were always of her and me
But, my thoughts she didn't want to hear or see.
I am tired of being strung along
Then constantly shown how I done wrong,
I am so tired of chasing her down the street
I now just want to rest my soul, and also my feet.
I'm so tired of constantly saying that I am sorry
I'm tired of going on an emotional safari,
I am so tired of all this running
While she is always using and then shunning.
I'm so tired of needing of wanting her
I'm so tired of all of the demur,
I ran out of tears to weep
Now, I just want to lay down and sleep.
Randy L. McClave
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem