Monday, November 21, 2011

Never A Hope

I'm standing all alone,
and waiting to go last.
The day's been long in coming,
the hour quick and fast,

but it's late in the day,
and I've kept you waiting long;
dinner's on the way
and your attention ain't so strong.

You never had a hope for me,
you barely knew my name,
you just saw me as fodder
for your silly game.

I'm just a little too little,
and just a little too late,
until I saw your dinner,
you only saw your plate.

But when I drew my string,
lifted my heart to make my play,
I heard the music meant for me,
and knew this was my day.

You gave your pig a poke,
ignoring the apple in its jaw;
the orb was the net
that would capture your awe.

You never had a hope for me,
you barely knew my name,
but when I pinned your dinner to the wall,
things could never be the same.

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