"A Letter To The Past"
I wrote a letter to the past,
a type of warning, a note of love
or so I thought,
to warn me of what will not last
of truths I now find were lost
yet maybe now maybe not,
I told myself of my first love,
of all the friends from schools I knew,
with hope and awe of how things end,
or don’t, but seemed they had,
I need to know of shitty friends,
that I thought were true to me,
I could avoid some time in jail,
for something that I did not do,
if I knew before what Don would
do to me,
I could have seen how big a cow
my first wife would turn in to,
of my friends who would die so young,
and be so missed, so missed by me,
if I could write the ones I knew,
and tell them how I felt in younger times,
in a way it would kill,
the wonder of meeting them again,
but not the joy of being young among
them all again,
but finally knowing my real friends,
were the ones' I knew when I was young,
I’d write to you and tell you how,
I missed and have always cared for you,
instead of blindly making so many errors,
when true happiness was already there.
© Sam Hyde
03-11-11
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