Sunday’s Poetry Post



I can’t compete

With wealth own,

I must retreat,

Live life alone.


He’s with you,

I am not.

Hope fell through,

Another dream shot.


Won’t hold hands,

Share a heart.

Won’t make plans,

Grow old apart.


Reached the end,

Wish for more.

Hard to pretend,

I still adore.


Must not lament

Over my scar;

Must be content,

Love from afar.



About John Northcutt Young

I write. Remember making-up stories from spelling words in the fifth grade. A journalism degree followed. Thanks for looking.
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