Triste

the time I had pleurisy

you leading me by the hand

along another cold street

there in the poor mans ghetto

out of my head

tripping on illness half dying

not knowing whose day this was

but understanding bone deep

you would not lead me wrong

& I let you go badly

not knowing how to fight for you

all I could do was feel the hurt

of another chapter closing behind

& if I could tell you

your leaving

took me years to get by

would that make you happier

maybe bring a smile?

I have no idea where you are

whatever happened to you

all I can say is I loved you once

the best I could do at that time

& I know that wasn’t good enough

but what else can a poor boy do

except take his medicine when necessary

take some time

maybe try again

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