Black Man On A Stoop
He was trying to hide
the sadness he felt from the loss.
And he kept it all inside.
Though the years have crept away
it was love and humor
burned into his heavy heart
is all that he would say.
When would it be right
The right time to go out again?
to peek out the door in the light.
And no, you can’t leave it behind.
That there is no shame in hoping
that the glass will be half full again
But would time be on his side?
What we have are ups and downs
so don’t get crazy with the heat about
speed bumps that you see.
With love and hate you spend the same emotions.
The former grows you tighter
while the latter leaves you lighter and
oceans apart.
So why even start?
He said it was the TV.
That’s what he said would get her going.
It was as simple as it seemed.
He wouldn’t just get some sleep.
And he wants another chance
not to have a Camelot,
Just someone to share his days.