I wrote this poem which has never mention God.
Really I didn't plan to write this poem... I didn't even plan to write a poem. I wrote this with the Lord's help.
The Boy Who Tried
He doesn't understand
why she looked so sad. She wouldn't look
at him, wouldn't smile but he wouldn't look or smile either.
He tried.
He has no regrets, he
tried.
One day he talked to
her. It was only a greeting. "How are you?"
"I'm good, how are
you?" she answered, with eyes opened a little too wide. Shocked he talked
to her he guessed.
He smiled and nodded
his goodbye.
Something happened he
should of it as he left.
He waited for her again
over and over again at the coffee shop.
She showed up but they
didn't talk but he's sure something happened.
He waited for the
moment to come, the right moment.
The right moment came.
He waited for her, it's
the night of the Christmas parade.
He watched her car
drive by, she looking for someone he's sure it's him.
It's the right moment,
he sure of it.
But she never showed
up.
Maybe she's was looking
for another guy, not him.
The
Girl who
She doesn't understand
why he looked mad.
She get the feeling she
ruined his plans.
One day she tried to talk
to him.
No regrets she tried to
talk to him.
She got his name, but
she only gave her first name.
Something happened she
had a feeling.
Over
and over she went to the coffee shop hoping to see him.
They
never talked....
She
was not sure what was happening anymore.
One
day she drove by the coffee shop she forgot about the Christmas parade.
She
looked for him through the windows of the coffee shop.
He
watched her with half a smile.
But
she didn't find a parking place, got there too late.
Now
he sit with another girl maybe she was wrong.
To
break the silence between them.
By
Annie Laurie Gray
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