Next week I will find the time
To spend more time with you
To wipe those tears from your eyes
Next week I swear its true
Lost promises that I have made
Words and deeds left undone
Empty hours far from your arms
Next week our time will come
Then I find the note you left
Next week is now to late
I stand here alone and lost
Next week is now my fate
A contest entry
- Next Week by Cannonsfire.
1000 points, ended September 30, 2008, 12 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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Thank you, fine Knight of the Realm, for allowing me to post your true and tender poem on Poetry Planet.
I am carrying it away at this time and I am glad for it. 
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Wow.. that's so true.. when we procrastinate in such things, we lose them!
Very sad, and poignant! A touching write!
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Oh, well said, good Poet. This is an amazing write, truly, and I would be privileged to post it on Poetry Planet, the blog I run for my newspaper in California. What you write is beautiful and could be said by one and all.
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Tis I that would be most honored and privileged to have you post this poem on your blog, thank you for the honor
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Sadly felt and known all too well
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