I’m harmless, you see, as I watch from afar
Should have known not to try for one fallen star.
But I’m cursed or I’m blessed with a curious mind
Yet with that said, I also am kind.
Never fret, never fear – I won’t drag you down
Tell me goodbye — still won’t be your clown
But I write as I wills; it lets out what’s inside.
I’m out in the world, while you go and hide.
Though I’ve been given something that you can’t take back
An entry to music that I once had, but lacked
I have friends who play and lessons to learn
And who knows? These days it might could be my turn.
You see I know how to turn bad into good
No one knows ALL the things that I have withstood.
Water to wine, and death into living
Still going to put my all in forgiving.
Move to my next phase, when I’m finished with this
Thankee for memories, and moments of bliss.
Though it pains me much that you say goodbye
In deeds, not in word, since you’re that kind of guy.
This is the last poem in your favored group
My love life, for now, is quite out of the loop.
There’s much to be done, and new things to start
It’s a second of life, but the living is art.
5/9/24
by Sage
(thanks to Garnett – rl friend for talk)
Actually it turns out it wasn’t the last poem in this group. I keep dealing with being haunted.