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By Sloane1 Date: 2002 Jun 20 Comment on this Work [[2002.06.20.18.26.4441]] |
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When you are young Fear is The boogey man hiding under your bed Or the monsters in your closet That only comes out when the lights are off After your last bedtime story is read. And bringing home a C on your report card When your parents expected an A As you grow older, LOL (my ripe ole age of 24) You experience different fears. I admit the boogey man still gives me the creeps, And I still hide my head under the covers When the house makes a funny creek But your fears mature And things you never thought about scare you the most. I fear not being successful, Or not making a difference in someone else's life I fear I will die alone, Never getting married, Or given the chance to make someone a wonderful wife. I once asked you what was your greatest fear, You paused and sighed, Saying getting my heart broken again, my dear. Well even though you never asked, this is my greatest fear That you will walk away, never giving us a chance, Never looking back on these few months. And I will never feel the rest of my life, The way I feel when I am with you. |