UNHAPPY TO BE AN ADULT


By Roland E. Williams

 

Your presence never made a difference

When you were far away

You could have been anyone,

The image that fades with contentment

Or strengthens in despair

Like a child, it lost its fidelity,

Once it had matured

There were understated tears

Now it seems so long ago

At times not long enough

That’s why I wonder how you are

I wish I could have told you then

That honesty grew up

And went and hid its face

Sure to re-appear when you start again

And in this moment I have tried to count

How many were blessings

But they’ve all come down to sins

All doomed to go awry

Because happiness was a child

 

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