Olivia was talking
Henry was laying on his stomach
partially listening, but not really
He was lost in thought
What am I doing here
soaking up the sun,
just like the old people?
Where did the time go?
How did I get here?
Where am I going?
Every day is the same
He began to sweat
A nervous sweat
although it was very warm
He uttered some reply to Olivia,
then sunk back into depression
How much time did I waste?
What could I have done?
I took the easy path
Played everything on the safe side
Forgot about the path not taken
What songs did I fail to sing?
Who will miss me when I’m gone?
My regrets are great
I still have Olivia
I love you, dear
I love you too, Henry
Stanski
November 20, 2019 ^
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