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She's out there
And it's starting to snow
Sleepy-eyed and dreamy
Perhaps she'll never know
Why I had to let her go

My heart it flutters
And turns to blue
As she awakes
I hear her coo
She was just a baby
When my addiction ruled

In the old house
No one really cares
It was only I
That lost you out there
Nothing's ever fair
I'm so sorry, I swear
Re- occurring nightmare
Lost my daughter many years ago...
After all these years
of having pen in hand
Being high on ideas
and low on demand
Writing the same lines
over again and again
Throwing in a new noun
where an old verb had been

There's nothing new
under the sun
The sky is still blue
the North has still won
I still talk with a draw
before I've even begun
In the spitting of words
where I'm just having fun

Never had any problems
deep in my soul
Where the dark side of me
takes over control
A Pulitzer prize
has never once been my goal
I just like to rhyme
with the stories I've told

So if you'll please pardon me
as I get back to my pen
I feel another poem
is trying to let itself in
Like every other time
this is how it begins
After all these years
of having pen in hand
Your  Smile is the Magnet that draws me to You
Pardon me your Honor
May it please the court
I'd like to present a case here
Much worse than first thought

It involves my client
A case I'd hate to lose
Forced onto this life of
Living out the blues

Pardon me your Honor
May I approach the bench
You know I don't do this often
Since I don't know when

My client has been set up
And he's tired of the abuse
That's why we're here seeking mercy
Way beyond the blues

Pardon me your Honor
I feel my client has been framed
He's given up his freedom
His happiness, his name

How he came to be here
He really has no clue
All he asks is that
I defend him from the blues

Pardon me your Honor
And jury of his peers
The man that stands before you now
Is innocent, that much is clear

My argument convincing
The evidence is true
You must find my client
Not guilty of the blues
This heart of mine
        Has a mind of its own
                Filling in all space and time
                        With its own needs and wants

This heart of mine
        Plays double time
                Brings me close to loves edge
                        Then does what it likes

We need to talk
      I wish my heart would listen
            Come to my way of thinking
                    See all that it is missing

This heart of mine
        Has no reason nor rhyme
                For most of what it does
                           Most of the time

This heart of mine
         Leaving the scene of the crime
               Before it's caught and does the time
                       This heart of mine
He Never Said I'm Sorry

He never said I'm sorry
For the bad things that he did
Or all the time that he missed
When I was just a kid

He never said I'm sorry
For never teaching me
All the things I would need
To help me through me teens

He never said I'm sorry
For not standing by my side
The day when I got married
Not meeting my new bride

He never said I'm sorry
For not knowing his grandson
Missed the day he was born
Never knew how he grew up

He never said I'm sorry
As he laid dying in his bed
Now for him I just feel sorry
For all the things he never did

He never said I'm sorry


Poem by: Carl Joseph Roberts
I guess the thing he did give me was that I now shower my son with love every day.

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