Thursday, January 12, 2006


by anonymous

Time, why have you left me and will you ever return?
What did I do to deserve such desertion?
I wasted you at times
but that is what you wanted
Too precious to be used,
Now you are gone

You promised your friend Money to comfort me
but Money never arrived
I think Money died
But you are who I really want
My one and only love
Come home, come home

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

That is a lame poem & I am not the anonymous who wrote it.