26 Nov 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Poetry, No Comments.

Poem 088 There’s always a place

There’s always a place, I find in the day, where I turn my eyes, to keep it away
another just wishin, for a little less pain …..  Just like the others, I’ll never complain

I pass by so many, who know not my smile, who look once, then away, with all their own style
I don’t want to understand and what’s to explain …..  I’ll never be, the one to complain

I see they’re down, why do they let me know, if they’re not interested to take my hand
why don’t they all just go, I can always use a smile but no use for the pain, Even though …..  I’ll never complain

Your eyes are your windows, your words fall beside, how could you believe, you had a chance to hide
what is it you’re protecting, or what can you gain …..  Just like the others, I’ll never complain

There’s always a place, I find in the day, where I turn my eyes, to keep it away
another just wishin’, for a little less pain …..  I’ll never be, the one to complain