Sunday mornings
Is a day of rest
Time for reflecting
At it's best
Our week has passed
Another will go
You never will know
What will take its tow
Words can't be taken back,
It's time to let go,
The time has come.
For that turn in the road.
Your eyes tell me yes,
I tell you no.
Now we wonder,
Which way do we go.
The third party shows us,
What was always right.
If you want me in your life,
Don't forget to let me out at night.
Christine Kerr
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-best-friend-42/
