Bill Simmons


Lonesome - Poem by Bill Simmons

The whippoorwill I hear it still
The robin is on our window sill
I wonder if somehow I ever will
Get over this lonesome and begin to live

I hear the dog it barks outside
I couldn’t care less in my lonely life
Without you something within me has died
I’m so lonesome I can only cry

They say the wind outside blows cold
And soon will bring the first snow
The cold I already know
A heart with nowhere to go

Some friends stopped by again today
As the day is passed away
But heartaches wouldn’t allow words to say
As a broken heart had it’s way

The days they seem to drag on by
The nights they seem so long
Missing you is what I do
Lonesome and I belong

Today I’ll see the robin still
Tonight I’ll hear the whippoorwill
I wonder somehow if I ever will
Get over lonesome and begin to live.


Copyright 2005 Bill Simmons
aka BillWilliamStar@aol.com

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, October 26, 2005



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