Poetry – Wished I wasn’t there – John Phillips

Wished I wasn’t there

 

As we hung around the garden

There was sadness in the air

And my heart was torn with memories

And I wished I wasn’t there

 

All the crying and the grieving

And the singing and the prayer;

How it was n’t what he’d wanted

And I wished I wasn’t there

 

With the people asking questions

Why to him? And was it fair?

But I didn’t know the answers

And I wished I wasn’t there.

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