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The Last Stand (poem)

Updated on February 10, 2016

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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    • Gypsy Rose Lee profile image

      Gypsy Rose Lee 23 months ago from Riga, Latvia

      Wonderful poetry.

    • MarleneB profile image

      Marlene Bertrand 23 months ago from Northern California, USA

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

    • shanmarie profile image

      shanmarie 23 months ago

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