Bill Simmons

Lonesome And I

Lonesome and I somehow we get by
There is always so much to do
We work in the yard and sometimes on the car
And sometimes we wash it too

Lonesome and I somehow we get by
Even though we have the blues
People walk by and we force a smile
We manage to hide our missing you

We piddle around the house all day long
The little things that need repaired
And sometimes lonesome and I we pretend
And believe somehow you're still here

Lonesome and I we are doing alright
In everything we always share
What's holding us strong and keeps pushing us on
Is believing somehow you still care

Lonesome and I somehow we get by
Until the day it turns to night
Then lonesome and I we face the lonely night
Then together we allow ourselves to cry.

Poem Submitted: Sunday, December 12, 2004

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