Living With Me

Living me with me must have been a frustration
Took all the wrong turns at my own invitation
Usually gave in to my worst inclinations
It seems like I never stayed home.

Thinking back now bout our last conversation
My overblown ego and dumb proclamations
How did I waste all your sweet dedication
Why didn’t I just stay home.

I was too blind to see plain revelation
Now that you’re gone it’s my constant fixation
Realize now you were my one salvation
I can’t seem to find my way home.

Threw love away without contemplation
Too late in life for such sad consternation
I made the worst of a good situation
Too late now to find my way home.

Category: Poetry, Real Men

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