Sunday, June 7, 2009

This Little Thing I Do

I don't know why I came to see
The girl that I once knew .
Except to say she might approve
This little thing I do .

She never cared that much for me .
But this I can forgive .
For I expect she knew my thoughts
On how she chose to live .

She knew I cared enough for her
To leave her to her life .
Though she once said she'd not consent
To be a loving wife .

And so I came this special day
As I have come before .
When she requires my services;
Each time , she hurts me more .

Why I let her torture me
Is anybody's guess .
So I have come, for I still care ,
Expecting nothing less .

But this may be the final time .
She doesn't look so well .
I fear she'll find the afterlife
A bitter place to dwell .

Now , you may think it harsh to say
What I have said of her .
But all I've done is tell the truth ,
So why should I defer ?

And as I've said of her before ,
I love her as she is .
I pray she'll find the answer soon ,
To lifetime's lonely quiz .

For though she never found true love
While searching every place .
She might just look inside my heart ,
When we come face to face .

Perhaps that's why I came to see
The girl that I once knew ,
Hoping that she may approve
This little thing I do .

GREENWOLFE 1962

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