Right...
You’ve struggled
Twenty years tonight.
Wanting to feel love
Its been your plight.
One, two, three, four
There won’t be more.
Stepping stones one night
Your babies, your life.
My grandest of grand
First born of my life.
One, two, three, four
She’s spoken what’s right.
They’re your gift
The sweetness of the.
Stop throwing away
Love, let it be.
You’ve struggled
Looking for Mr. right.
You know wrong
Why, do you fight?
Deborah Ann Tornillo
Copyright, 2012
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