in her eyes
i cannot tell,
if i'm old news
or sometimes swell.
i sit here,
not moving, stirring;
does she want me
to sit here?
i cannot tell.
perhaps if i forget
that i was older now,
but sometimes smaller,
she'll see me;
i'll be swell.
we'll be free.
let me lead! please; see?
and time will tell.
will springtime swell? !
Jonzo Bandwagoner
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/perhaps-15/
