A Documentary On My Life
I sat down to watch a documentary on my life.
There I am thinking people aren’t worth the pain & strife.
Then I see you walking in.
You stand quietly as you take it all in.
What was that running down your cheek?
Was it a tear? Did you spring a leak?
Why in the world would you cry for me?
There is something more here than I can see.
As the documentary rolls along.
We come to the part where I am gone.
I should have been there for support.
Instead I was making an appearance in court.
There I am without a job.
“This world is cruel” I hear myself sob.
later on I’m all alone.
I cry and sigh. Then I moan.
Finally someone comes along.
This is it. Am I right or am I wrong?
I am feeling like a solitary man.
Like the Neil Diamond song can.
Again I’m on the road alone.
Then I notice how you’ve grown.
It seems you have been there most of my life.
Not my focus, just there for support through the strife.
Now I see what I missed before.
It is you I’ve been looking for.
TO BE CONTINUED appears on the screen.
I have a feeling the ending will be keen.
——————————————————R. W. Johnson—–(2014)