Bismillah

Cant seem to make it to that last rung…

With my last breath, I’d breathe with one lung…

On my lips, your name is still hung…

Still waiting for the last song to be sung…

After thirty-six years, can you believe I’m Still Sprung???

In front of the gym, first taste of your tongue…

Last time, you left me hung…

Waiting for something that has yet to be brung…

Closure is what I  need, so I won’t be Gung…

Ho, about a Brother that has me Still Sprung…

You may have loved me once, but I think one of us was strung…

Along, pestered by the other, like a fly to dung,

My feelings have mushroomed, like an unwanted fung…

My, how the tables have turned, the last man has been hung…

And after all this, AFTER ALL THIS, like a fool, I’m Still Sprung…