Just You And Me Poem by chris schwartz

Maybe I'm just venting,
But I've had enough.
People running ‘round with masks
Trying to protect themselves
From the unknown
From the most certainty
Of what we all will face
Death doesn't scare me
No more
I've been on the inside
Looking out
Since I don't know when.
While you were living your lives
I wondered,
Where the hell are you?
I ain't even gonna panic,
Cause I know this much to be true
If we make it,
We will still be me and you.

Heaven, oh, Heaven gives you friends.
But only Hell reminds us
Of the ones we can count on to the end.
There's just two Jokers in a deck of cards
And we're all playing 52….
Good luck my friend.

I ain't even gonna count on
A bailout,
No I don't trust no one
That helps me cash out.
I'll put the check in the bank
But I'm not counting on it
To do much..just being frank.
At the end of the day
Let the Blues just take me away
I'm tired of riding this damned highway
Any longer,
But I know you still will.

Oh, Heaven,
Well, Lord, Heaven gives you friends,
But Hell reminds us,
Of those we can count on
Until the end.
There's just two Jokers
In a deck of cards,
And we're all playing 52,
Good luck my friend.
This is the best that
I can do.