Lonely tears he cries,
as he sits there by the phone.
Waiting for that call,
that will make him not alone.
He never saw the treasure,
until it was too late.
Never saw the woman,
that was his perfect mate.
Siting there waiting,
memories flash before his eyes.
When thinking of the sorrow,
everything around him dies.
In time of dispare,
in time of need.
Trying to find hope,
in the smallest seed.
Praying to the higher powers,
hoping his wish come true.
That they will get each other,
and never again feel blue.
*The Poetry* Next*