poem

Here is now, but now's still waiting...
By the by, I am contemplating;
Somewhere in there
I sat and stared deep into you.

A penny in the pocket,
Kept too long because it was the year of my birth.
And spent and spending still,
It goes away from me,
She goes away from me;
To better company,
While my breath,
Heart,
And butterflies
Are slavery.

Well I confess,
It's not the best way to progress.
Now I'll digress,
And say you make me want to be
A better man.

Wisdom found inside a shell,
A youthful shade,
A patch of grass
I softly want to lay upon
And pray to not move on
From for a very long time.

Intertwined,
We might just have
A lovely time.
Well here is now, but now's not waiting anymore.
And out the door,
You go,
And soon the night, it tells me no,
It lets you go and tells me no.