These Days

These days, they

pass so slow; All I can do is watch them go.

The clock’s still ticking,

the sand still falls; My mind is aching, I feel I’m living without cause.

Why oh why do I choose

to live with love gone; One person will never make a happy home.

I feel I’m the last star

in the morning sky; At night I’m blessed with other stars (dreams), in daylight they die.

I spend my life in the

blinding light of the day; Left alone searching, wondering why she went away.

Sometimes I think it’s

destiny, sometimes fate; I do believe what people don’t understand, they hate.

I sit in sadness visiting

her in memories from the past. Blessed with nightly dreams yet cursed...the night doesn’t last.

Randy Mcgee March 3, 2000