Glue Poem by Maynard Hartman

she said it was a sticky thing
I laughed, it always is a tricky thing
watching as they pack away
like they’ve been on holiday
alarm clock too
wish I knew just what to say
a troubled mind can’t keep at bay
when all your dreams abandoned here
and actions taunt your deepest fears
hopeless it seems
nothing I can do
to keep her here and clear my head
she kissed me softly then she said
'don’t be blue'
foolish boy I thought you knew
cant keep me here with dabs of glue