I looked at my old heroes
Wanted them to be my friends
See things as I do, in
my own unique way
That ends when
I make my discovery and
sorry too, that I’m alone, but
I think they’ll stop by to see me
throw in their two cents
How could I be so wrong?
Now I know I must move on
Act out my dreams alone
The ones I admired so
have lives of their own
I can no longer ask them for
their measured words of wisdom
Years pass by too quickly
They, of course, slow down and
cannot come to see all of
the things I have done
I want to cry out:
“I did this for you,
wanted to make you proud.
Your inspiration,
I still hold true”, but
crying will never do
No, they never came
The way of time at work
I decide it didn’t matter
My hours are precious, too
How much did I neglect?
I’ll think of this as years go by
when I sit alone
My dreams, my deeds
and my honors
all gone
Steve Haarman
August 11, 2014 ^
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