BernardYoung

By BernardYoung

Every Night

Another late one
but, as usual,
I wake early.

Lie here. Stretch
out my hand.

For the day
nothing planned.

Night
is what counts.

Every night
I just want to play out

but tonight
I just want to stay here

and be with you.

And be with you.

Every Night



Bits nicked from Sir Paul but

Poem copyright Bernard Young 2011

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