Perhaps the next bus
I shall have a ticket to ride,
Or I shall turn down the other road
Instead of following the one on to home,
Maybe next time
Shall be the time I call mine,
When he bellows my name
I will not cower before,
I shall stand tall and firm
And rather than turn my other cheek
I shall turn and walk away,
Maybe next time
A stranger says hello
And suggests a night out
I will sparkle and smile,
Maybe next time I will find
For what I have been longing,
Maybe next time I see a field of flowers
I will take the time to capture a photograph,
Maybe next time the story is in my mind
I will put my pen to paper,
Maybe next time has come and gone
Or maybe this time is my next time
Maybe Next Time
Posted by
Holly Elizabeth-Jean
Aug 17, 2009
Labels: Thoughts
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