……………. 1988

Time, my tireless enemy daunts me
what prospect for my heart
another weekend spent alone
is my personal disaster

What benifit has
my waiting game
when each time I venture out
the same lottery of faces confronts me

A kiss from any one of you
would ease the pain
would reinforce the need again
to have somone in my life

How many more still nights
will mock my desire
how many more lonley mornings
will it take to drive me mad


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