When Things Get Messed Up
Wondering what I could say, Or if anything at all, Thing get messed so quick, its like a run to a crawl.
Just sit back in the shadows, And watch from afar, As you have a chance to figure out, Just who it is that you are.
You are continually in my thoughts, As you have been since we met, There's not a moment that we've talked, that I'll ever regret.
poem by Richard Goolsby
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