My Line

10/15/98

I said that I would not complain
About the loss, about the pain
I do not want to be a martyr
And from my grave I will not barter

For things I lost or never had
For things that could have made me sad

It's simpler instead to say I'm fine
And compose in text a few more lines
For lines can be read between
And they wont be bitter and turn mean

Lines just sit and wait idly by
Until someone catches the line's eye
Then the line will perk back up
And bark and howl like a newborn pup

The line is made of words sublime
They hardly even sound like mine

So I tell line to speak for me
And I ask line please beg for me
While I sit back and make some light
And keep myself from causing fight

Perhaps someone will read my friend
And start a new type of warming trend
Because a line can't stop my shiver
Like the feeling that you deliver