Something borrowed nothing new
Nor is it a poem all about you
My heart bleeds--a suicide
Faking needs taking you on a ride
No amount of self pity do I hide
See that vulture in the tree?
As he hovers over you and me
I'm just sitting here waiting for spring
A time of warmth and do the garden thing
Self pity I leave for others
The girl and boy holding hands new lovers
I'd be again that young if I had my druthers
As it is knees aching I dream of another day
When as a boy I would go out on a winters play
Too soon the days of youth have passed me by
As each days end I watch the blackened sky
And I accept dear God the plans made you see
I will be ready the day you come for me
Until that day I bless each day I live
And hope I have taken less from this world than I give
I will leave for others bleeding heart pages turning
For this good life no pity from others am I yearning