I think back
to what I thought
of doing once
on that same stretch
of highway
where I held your hand
and told you I love you.
I’m glad you’ll never
really know
how far I’ve come.
But, oh,
look how far I’ve come.
27/365 – A Poem a Day For a Year
I think back
to what I thought
of doing once
on that same stretch
of highway
where I held your hand
and told you I love you.
I’m glad you’ll never
really know
how far I’ve come.
But, oh,
look how far I’ve come.
27/365 – A Poem a Day For a Year
