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Waiting

Waiting for you
To change your mind
Of course, nothing new
As all the days come to few
You always seem just fine

You smile a smile
Faking through-out the day
Wondering all the while
Can you see the final trial
Will you ever see it my way?

You don’t have to be strong
No, not for me
For before long
It’s just an old song
Something you couldn’t, and wouldn’t, see

Never hearing my voice
You came and left, you went
Fearing you choice
You silly, silly boy
And that has made all the difference.





Forever

Across the years she could recall
The love of her life one way best of all

She could recall that special day
When they were mere children in the middle of May

Riding together in the hills in the afternoon
Both hoping the day wouldn’t end all too soon

She held onto his waist with a loving affection
Laying her head on the back of his shoulder with a satisfaction

From time to time, he’d sneak a peak
Every time, when looking at her, made him weak

They rode in silence with their heads above the clouds
Their synchronized hearts being the only sound

They rode on more, they boy wanting to say
With all his heart, he loved her in every way

Suddenly, the girl complained, “I don’t want to leave,
There is still too much I want, with you, to see!”

The boy’s heart jumped, and then he smiled
Of course! Thought he, I’ve known it all the while!

He then looked back at her, with a sweetness in his voice
And he gave her a reply, and a simple choice:

“I don’t want you to leave, either… with me, stay…
Stay forever, in my heart… until the end of my days…”




Tucker Sherman’s Poem
I can't hear your voice
Or call your name
Life always used to seem
Just like a game
But that day when
You left me behind
I realized
Life sometimes isn't very kind
I was young
And so were you
You never had a chance
To do all the things you could do
At one point I thought that it
Was my fault you were gone two years after four
You almost whispering a secret in my ear
Just the day before
But, the whistle blew
And we went inside
The next day you were gone
And there was nothing I could do
You never deserved..
The beatings you got
I wish that I could have helped
Something you should have sought
But once again
You were young
And so was I
You were too young
Far too young to die
No one explained it to me
I didn't understand
Why was he gone?
Who ripped him from my hand?
Children don't understand
They're not supposed to
Never should a child go through
What I had to go through
For once again they'll never understand
God has him up in heaven
Having Tucker holding his hand
He was young
And so was I
He was far too young
To be ripped from me, to die.