The Colour Purple *Viewer Discretion*

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My books written, my poems complete
There isn't a new one I'd like to meet
The day draws near, plan in motion
Will be thirty nine then, will it cause any commotion?

So I write this one down early
My hair stays blonde, not white and curly
Don't have very much to loose
Lately I sing about more then the blues

About a time when I was young
Not many thoughts of this head now strung
Couldn't seem to find the right slipper
Now busy star gazing, looking at the big dipper

Only one wish I have left
Only one wish you can have the rest
Only one wish that I go as I please
I don't suspect any will drop to their knees

For that I don't have in my life
I speak with truth, I don't have a wife
Too busy not wanting conform
Another heart taken, another crap storm

So before you go and take your next leap
Take time in stride, for souls play for keeps
Seems this one taken long ago
165 a good day for the know

Apologies from me given to you
Too busy planing, take tears in my lieu
Wait for it, it won't be today
I'll write in a book a playwriters way

So atleast there will be not a shock
I remember better days, down by the dock
Sitting with a whiskey sour
Now just writing, 165 and twelve hours

Seems it will be here when I blink
It's all in these words I give with a wink
Won't even realize till after it's done
Another eclipse, I look at this one
Better by train, instead of a gun

For I know she will be busy that day
No one will notice, untill the delay
Or the empty staion with no train
Didn't make it in, instead cleaning off brains

Going to share this to only a few
Only on wattpad don't need the boo hoo
I don't need or want the attention
Just peace in my passing, in this poem I'll mention

Who knows who will read this by then
I have a date planned, already know when
Only postponed the simple enviable
Would rather take it, then become just a vegetable

It won't even be that far from that spot
Summer time memory, street corner hot
Standing there staring atop
At all the women walking men chop

That was never really my style
Many long walks, many a mile
Now these feet need to rest
All I know is I did my best

Seems to be not good enough
Man up dog they day, life only gets tough
Now think twice, some like it rough
While others will hit you with a solid cuff