On The Way To Goshen Poem by Leon Agnew

I'm not a machine,
I'm to be admired, loved,
Cherished, and held.
You jump away from me
And I die inside.
Every moment with you
Is a precious gift,
And every tear I shed,
Is something I can never,
Ever get back.
You loved me then,
For that shining moment,
For that precious hour,
I think you loved me.
And you still do,
But their's something missing.
Something's different.
Something's wrong.
But still we're going,
And on and off we fight.
But knowing our history,
We'll set it right.
Knowing our past,
Things will go wrong,
But knowing our friendship,
They won't last long.
On the way to Goshen,
I saw the light,
I said my sorries,
I said good night.
You know I weep for you,
To this very day,
You know I need you,
To keep death at bay.
On the way to Goshen,
I saw the light,
I wept for you,
I gained my sight.