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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

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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

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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

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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

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I stand with heart that waits to sore

I understand less than before

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    • shanmarie profile image

      Shannon 14 months ago from Texas

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

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      Marlene Bertrand 14 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 14 months ago from Riga, Latvia

      Wonderful poetry.

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