I wanted

I wanted
That stuff
Company I enjoyed
Fresh air
And a good view
And children who called me mister

But

We grow up making do
With what is available

So

Friends were
Accidents
And love was a desperate plea
To satisfy a craving
With whatever was for sale

My life, I realized too late
Was lived in a discount store
And my living room was filled with
Hand me downs
Abandoned ideas
And half eaten recipes

The music
Never made it out of my head
And the tune I whistle
Through crooked lips
Is out of breath

So I look at the phone
With lots of people to call
But no one to talk to

As my heart
Congested with the plaque of waiting
Struggles to beat

As the sun goes down

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