Missing You

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    Missing You
    I awake in the morning, but your not there

    I go to your room only to stare.

    To watch over you as you sleep.

    To make sure your still breathing so I can sleep..

    Your bed now empty, your room at peace

    Your toys in the closet, your bike on the street.

    I wonder where you are, and what you will do.

    When you lay eyes on your father for the first time in years.

    I’m sorry I missed your birthday, and your first steps..

    But lord you better believe that I’m still the best..


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    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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