Her name was Chris,
This was about six years ago when
We did.
Born on the same day and month and the year.
Over weight,
Low self esteem but got off with just the act,
Of back and forth the full up and down.
My mind wanders off somewhere
Shuddering and using self control to go where
You have, yes you yourselves, have to often been.
In this dream the woman down the hall, above
Cloud's to get in the way of him.
So I make my own wine and time, gives brings forth
A wine like no wine that you've ever had before.
He is well fed and
Oh, of an age where you loved youth and youth
Loved you back to soon it's clear.
If like me your old the woman down the hall, well
Looks it seem.
Then there are those
That do it because the life they live is a life not lived
In living a life if you when young really cared.
Copyright © James McLain | Year Posted 2017
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem