The last bus..

The time has gone

Why so damn soon?

Sitting alone in my cushion

To find someone of my fashion

Will I be loved

Or will I be fooled

Am afraid to share

All I need is some care

To make my space a home

For my kids a good mom

To be my guide

And to stand by my side

To take my ride when am drunk

To help me out from being a junk

To sit with me when am sick

And to read me easy and quick

Being as mad as me

But Lifting me like dead sea

And if my demands are shit

I withdraw them all without a bit

Because I need you now

Come and have me love

You can get me from ma voices

That am a man without choices

I am growing old

Seeing a future turning cold

Living and dieng lonely

Which I worry about daily

Dear, allow me in

I will be your skin

Running behind the unknown you

Hoping you will give me a clue

Dreaming about our life

When you are with me,dear wife

©2020 robusta

Published by Jimmy John

After a long term of boredom becoming a boredom. I think it's time to show up. A young lad who gave upon impressing people, instead loves to share, express and communicate those raw thoughts and vague imaginations with all readers, friends and folks.

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