"Sweaty Pillows"

    "Sweaty Pillows"


I lie my head on a sweaty pillow
used by ones I can't imagine
looking out the shabby window
I wonder how I let it happen

I once had love beyond compare
a home of hope and freedom's grace
if I could have learned to share
I might not have come to this dreary place

too many nights I've spent alone
failure now is my life
I left my job, I left my home
I didn't share love with my wife


she loved me so and I destroyed it
the sweetest, kindest soul that ever lived
did I take time to appreciate it?
did love to her I ever give?   

now each night I sleep in beds that others
have sweated up
and drink my fill to kill my sorrow
for I know love inside a cup
and cannot bear to face tomorrow

sweaty pillows, dirty sheets, cheap motels,
or the streets
I once had all I needed, love and money enough
to live, I shared my wealth with poorer people
but not once did I ever give
to her what she wanted from her has been husband
just a hug or a smile would have mattered

I was too selfish to show my warmth
far too distant to show my heart
now I have one only true love
that I know will not depart

not my wife to share my life
not one hope to be a man
for I know my one true love
is found inside a bottle or can

© Sam Hyde
    12-31-11