Just sit there, be bitter Just sit there, a quitter You always were the black sheep of your litter So just sit with your stale face With your mind in the mud Live life at your snail pace Hollow eyes like a drug I can't stand it I can't take it Get me out of this room I won't make it If you can't shake it Your terrible, and dark, bitter gloom
So sit there so bitter Just lie down, you quitter One day the tables will turn I'll be back again To show you, my friend Just how awfully bad that it burned So while I am gone No matter how long Be prepared to show what you learned No matter the pain When I'm back I'll have gained All I want is to share what I earned
No matter what you say Regardless what you do The love will not die Til my face has turned blue My very first friend Should be there til the end Or they'll bury me before I am through....
JG, February 2011 This is one of the only poems I have ever written that I can't read without almost coming to tears....