don't take my picture today
leave with out it, dont stop
at the city limits and have a smoke
put the car in drive and get on with it
the flowers didn't bloom this may
water wasn't fresh or fall was to late
I will be leaving soon taking the bus
Dallas looks good, know someone there
I had soup for supper, with some bread
David said that he could work on the car
the insurance check will be here soon
and i want to just move on
don't take my picture to day
it's too late for me to stay
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
oh wow, this is so sad. leaving and moving on. its the hardest part. very nicely put. a good read! best regards, Lynne