Lou J. Klaiber

IN MY ARMS

I held you
once
… in the tears of time,

and then I pushed you
away.

You never answered me,

America!

I wanted to hold you
in my arms
but you ran away.

So I remain, tired,

getting old,
… and sitting on the porch

… as the Sun goes down.

I wait for you
each day… dreaming you,

… the girl that I love
running within a smile,

and your kisses are sweet

and

all for me.

©Copyright February 3, 2004 for Lou J. Klaiber