Eighteen Years
I heard you calling to me...
But I was strong-willed,
I was hard, I'd just resist...
While the messages, phone calls,
Continued to persist
When I was 20 plus 4,
You kept banging on my door!
But I stopped my ears,
I did not break
I would not flex or bend,
You kept knocking but I
Did not let you in
Now I am 70 plus 10,
Not black and beautiful
As I was, back then...
I go to you, I love you,
I give you a try,
Now on my death-bed,
I'm about to die...
Suddenly in your arms
I can rest,
I lean my head
On your strong chest-
But, I am sorry, hurt,
And I am left with regretting....
Wish I would have got with you
When I was, 15 plus 3,
15 plus 3 years of my life
Just passed me by...
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