IF I HAVE TO WAIT
A topsy-turvy tough life I'd live for you
If it means putting it right for morrow
to be sweet, but, of what san'ty is it?
Of whom shall I putout being lonely for?
...
Of course,
Love can never be summed up for hatred
The street became tough, chants of who care to do it again,
all around; Who to trust, guys made trust a solo crib
which pitches high like the nightowl. Look out to the street,
Be on the street, live down streets, it's a cool hell!
...
If
I'd wait to end with one, a night owl won't be,
Not one who seeks materials of different kinds;
Daddy they call them; those that met their needs, their aging pop- papa,
Mine mustn't have been seen crying, rolled and turned on bare floor
...
If i have to wait.....
Not for one who seeks been spread like wet
clothes that needs intense sunshine,
Time will offer real being of real time, then I'll see;
one who's contented by resources available from source.
©Tex (2017)
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