Untitled ("Sometimes I is good")
By Jack Joseph Smith
Sometimes I is good
To have forgotten
What you wanted to say
Choices never rhyme
Wishing another way
Has not to do with
hate and sacrifice
being the best
part of youth
Father's without feeling
didn't express that
There is no hurt
No feeling really
Leaving when your young
Wildness knows there shouldn't be
any cross about wood and stone