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timmy's poetry - 6. Self-Pity
The first:
When I was a child, I wanted childish things
Cowboys and puppies and playing on the swings
Then I grew larger and I went to school
Found myself on the streets and boy, life can be cruel.
Then I finished growing and knew a lot to boot
On the day that we met, you told me I was cute
You took me to baseball and gave me sweet ice cream
I didn’t know it then, but you were the man of my dreams.
You showed me to your family, of that I was scared
There was nothing to be afraid of 'cause they really cared
One day beside the stream, you said let’s go get married
I said, no, no, no, because of the fear that I carried.
My fear didn’t split us up, but it made you pretty mad
I thought I’d driven you away and that made me sad
Knowing you, I should have guessed that you’d never leave
You were patient, giving us the chance to cleave
I came with heavy baggage, nightmares and some scars
You said it didn’t matter, that the universe was ours
That love never faltered, though we’ve made some mistakes
I never get enough, for you I will always ache.
Trying to hide my fear and pain, I lay awake at night
You say I’m always here for you, about that we fight
My battle with my body continues to this day
Don’t want it to get the best of me, I really want to stay
So I’ll behave and do as you beg
Go to the doctor, promise I won’t renege
Try to be good, so many songs unsung
Is it true? Only the good die young?
The second:
Shouldn’t I write a happy poem?
People will tire of my self-pity
I’m tired of words that rhyme
Of pills and potions, maybe of life?
Could that be the truth?
So much I wanted to live for
But oft I dream of just lying down
Never to rise again, to fight
But there is so much good
Too many people I love
To just give up isn’t right
I want to live a courageous life
That can’t be had if you’re lying down
So, I’ll take this short respite
Then I’ll climb back up on shaking legs
Knowing you still love me even when I’m weak.
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