All These Years/All This Time

Poem. Ain't life ironic?

His mothers back porch
Puzz'ling
Hopeful eye
on the driveway
Disappointed

Radio heart
Sullen
Unanswered calls
on the phone
Her looks like shame

All these years
I've been hiding
All these tears
Deep inside
and All this time
I've been dying

All these years
All this time

Seventh grade need
Broken
Reaching out once
in a life
I'm expectant

He's five or ten
Nothing
Sorry
In a family
Whoever I

All these years
I've been hiding
All these tears
Deep inside
and All this time
I've been dying
But now I see
the beast
inside
of me
And I know
my soul
just can't
be free

All these years
All this time

Full grown quandary
Hidden
Seeking what's due
to a man
Lost to it all

Never to know
Heart sore
Had none, be one
to a child
Either way, no


All these years
I've been hiding
All these fears
Deep inside
and All this time
I've been dying
But now I see
the beast
inside
of me
And I know
my soul
can ne'er
be free

All these years
All this time