Sixty minutes to hear the coffee grind
Sleep evades with him on my mind
Should not worry, his world is upset
I shouldn’t worry, but yet
The voice in my head won’t ever stop
To let me sleep and think not
Of how he’s faring, how he feels
Turns over and over as a reel
Then sneaks in the unthinkable thought
Is it a oneway ticket I bought
A oneway trip to be finished alone
Not to return to the one I’ve known
That these are impossible dreams?
Sometimes that’s the way it seems
Still waiting at life’s shore
Hoping there will be more.
The Bag Lady 