So you are awakened from slumber,
do you know how bad things have been,
no tidings, no gifts to man,
deer in a headlight,
and you scored me from behind,
well the, well of sorrow is deep,
inside me I have two ears and can hear,
but you chatted up to much with your dear one,
so now here we are old friend,
standing where I stand,
but what can I say no again,
for me I have never thought I be here,
just like you, , but once more.
Walter C. Edwards
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/standing-where-i-stand/
