The Last Stand (poem)

I’m late that’s great I’m at her door

Just what else am I waiting for

And what has taken hold of me

To make me stand so clumsily


I didn’t beg I didn’t plea

I knew my heart beating more

Did she say yes I wasn’t sure

Yet here I stand remarkably


I shouldn’t act so commonly

Is this the man she wants to see

So drag your courage here on shore

And stand the man who knew the score


Let’s put an end to this torture

And ring the bell to set me free

For after that I cannot flee

But stand with feet upon the floor


I stand with heart that waits to sore

I understand less than before

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shanmarie 12 months ago from Texas

Aw, young love. . .or maybe not so young. . .

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MarleneB 12 months ago from Northern California, USA

I feel for this young guy. But, life is like that, especially when we begin something new.

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Gypsy Rose Lee 12 months ago from Riga, Latvia

Wonderful poetry.

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