poem

You Won’t See Me on The Side of The Road Standing Alone

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It won’t be me looking down
with tears streaming down my face
.

It won’t be me this time with my hands in my pockets
reaching for something that only comes up empty
.

It won’t be me opening an umbrella in the rain;
I want to feel what comes when it comes
.

And when it comes
I want it to feel good.

So when you reach for the paper to read the news
just remember it won’t be me this time crying the blues.

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