The Poet Young-3

The mornings hold nothing new

Just old memories of you

The poet, the friend

The one I thought could understand

Somewhere in my despair 

I lost track, let you fly off in the air

But the piano keeps on playing

All the while I am waiting

For the moment you will remember

That in me you have a friend forever

That life will never go far by

Without you wondering why

I act in such a way

Every time I take a turn these days

Maybe one day you will miss this friendship

Maybe upon my craziness again will you trip

Until then I must move on some way

Waiting patiently for that day

In the meantime look after yourself well

On this I shall no longer dwell

Inside, I will smile at you

Even if the outside one is hardly ever true

Because you were the light in my darkness

The path, the way out of my mental mess

So goodbye for now and be strong

Do not let life tarnish the hope of the Poet Young

For he will one day shine for someone else better

And then maybe you will see what lays beneath the layer

Of craziness and anger, the wild child you took under your wing

But this no longer yours to worry, yours for understanding

Laurence Ramos

November, 25. 2012