Saturday, December 13, 2008

May the day not be my last.

Arguments and greviances never got them together,
Promises were made back then to stay happy forever,
Closer they came more differences they sought,
In contradiction to thier vows when together they fought. 
The fight grew to the exend that it affected their only child,
Growing up in that environment drove the kid wild,
He swang his bag on his shoulder and left for a beer as I remember,
He never called back and his folks were worried sick, 
He'll never come back 'coz that day was in the month of November.


No comments:

Post a Comment