Word of Cares


 
If I promised to love you
in the rain and in the shine
faithful to a fault of care
just to know that you were there;
If I left you sad and all alone
As though no one were ever there to begin
When all the outs are over and never in
where simple thoughts are written in stone
and as you once said 'nothing's in concrete;
If I walked across the street
or perhaps moved on down the block
of circus clowns and laughing stock
my address become Oblique;
would you still ask me for the time
the days and nights are circling for the hole
I guess I never learned to read my role
because the rigors were too much to bear
just like the costumes we were taught to wear;
graying the green lost in blue
skies are raining yours and mine
running thin on the words grown bare
faithful to a fault of care
just to know that you were there...






Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2012-07-25 at 18:09

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