(Date
unknown)
This
is not the way it is supposed to be,
I
think, but do not stop,
Nice
is a four letter word I hate hear
When
nice is the last thing I ache to be,
And
vow not to become one of those
Lonely
old men who want but can’t
Get
up the nerve to take what they need,
This
balancing act between proper
And
profitable spoiling their lives,
When
we can live our lives only once
And
better to push in and feel strong
Than
to miss it altogether,
My
hands lingering with the scent of you
While
my thoughts know I many
Never
breathe it in again,
Thinking
of that old cliché about
Better
to have had and lost than not
To
have had at all, said by some
Poor
fool who knew nice
Would
never do at all,
But
where’s the edge, the point
After
the plunge when nice guys
Pick
up the pieces
Nice
but not nice inside,
Where
all men know well the truth,
And
so I reach in and feel it
While
I still have fingers to feel,
Not
carrying what I’ll think
About
in the morning.
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