The Day Is Coming Close Poem by michael douglas hamby

The day is coming close
That again I’ll sit and sigh,
For there’s no point to pick a rose
If in time will rot and die.

I don’t need to go to Wal-Mart
And buy some fancy bear,
Or browse the jewelry chart
For things you’ll never wear.

I don’t need to write you poetry
And tell you that you’re sweet,
Or even say “I love thee”
For it labels me as “freak”.

I don’t have to do a lot of things
But that doesn’t mean I’ll try,
This time I’ll spread my wings
And begin to learn to fly.

So, I’m off to pick a rose
And in case you tell me no,
Well, too bad, so sad, I suppose
This time I will not go.