A Documentary On My Life

 

           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)

 

 

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