I'm sorry for time lost
Closely related
Yet our paths rarely crossed
I'm sorry I never knew, that terrible thing, that you went through.
I'm sorry we were distant, not given a chance
Prelude to our meeting
Pressed prayer hands.
I'm sorry I was selfish, putting my problems on you
I'm grateful for acceptance, believe I missed you
I thought of you often,
I'd fill in the blanks
Coneys at Goldstar
Fun at Golden Skates
I'm sorry I was too weak, to stand and speak out
My bed was on quicksand
My dreams were in doubt
My mornings were tantrums
Fast spinning and daze
Findlay Market on weekends
My childhood ablaze
Early morning my porch
chemicals so potent
choking on mary
that grew in the garden
you came to see me
big house easy street
hard knock my landlord
shaken my belief
About the Creator
Greg B.
Black Man. Writer.
Now abideth faith, hope, charity, these three; but the greatest of these is charity.”
“I sit with Shakespeare and he winced not.”
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