UNHAPPY TO BE AN ADULT
By Roland E. Williams
Your presence never made a difference
When you were far away
You could have been anyone,
The image that fades with contentment
Or strengthens in despair
Like a child, it lost its fidelity,
Once it had matured
There were understated tears
Now it seems so long ago
At times not long enough
That’s why I wonder how you are
I wish I could have told you then
That honesty grew up
And went and hid its face
Sure to re-appear when you start again
And in this moment I have tried to count
How many were blessings
But they’ve all come down to sins
All doomed to go awry
Because happiness was a child
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