The Target

Don’t tell me you’ve not been like this before, your eyes were open, when your feet left the floor

You were the target
and she made her mark
now what your mind needs
is a quiet place to park.

Just close your eyes
and it’ll soon be dark
but if you surrender so fast
the first friend you make
is going to be your last.

So take it in your stride
forget about your pride
it’s only using up your time
no need for repentance
your life is not a sentence
get ready for an uphill climb…

(So) Don’t tell me
you’ve not been like this before
your eyes were open
when your feet left the floor

You’re not the first
to be shown the door
so remember what the poet said
don’t look back or you’ll
lose your head.

Copyright: Anthony Leonard Ostheimer (ALO), January 1974. Words by P. Thrower.