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I Know It's Like That

Mark is a Certified Public Accountant and a published writer having been featured in several anthologies along with his hometown newspaper.


I don’t know what to do with me
Seems I found my place, alone
Still I have sympathy you left behind
Your patience was a flickering light
The river tried but it never strayed
Until I turned around to leave you be

I can’t plow this field anymore
The dirt’s done been moved enough
It settled itself with the wind
The things I plant always seem to die
And I have no treasure to bury today
I’m walking away just like before

I know winter when it comes
I can feel it in my bones
My hands are in my pockets
I won't be throwing any stones

At least my life isn’t so bad
So many things you never hear me say
I used to be something else long ago
Now I can’t take it like I used to
What’s the point in laughter
If they know that you’re really sad

The only thing really happening here
Is a fools game full of hip and luck
Somebody timed it just right
I seem to have missed the mark
I said the right thing once out loud
But you were too far away to hear

I know when summers over
I can feel it in my hands
I was surprised it was that way
You can feel it even in desert sands

I try so hard to honor your desires
You know how I like to whisper to you
It’s no longer a game, yet it never was
Playing love is too much like hold ‘em
Going all in is gambling with your heart
Losing means she leaves without yours

I know how the trees sometimes feel
Getting ready for something new
Growing, shedding, hoping, dying
I can feel it, but I don't know if you do


Mark Lecuona (author) from Austin, Texas on January 02, 2018:

Hi Nancy,

It may be that each stanza needs to be broken down to three lines. I was also drinking! Ha ha... I truly appreciate your comments, even the criticism. I am wholly untrained. I understand the concept of rhythm but I typically write very quickly and post first take 98.6% of the time. Then I move on to the next one. I never know how it will turn out. Rhyme, no rhyme, some rhyme... it's very sporadic. I probably should slow down and edit myself but I'm lazy and require inspiration and once it's gone I act on the new inspiration if that makes sense.

As for the memoir do you mean of myself or a poetry book?

Nancy Hinchliff on January 02, 2018:

Hi Mark,

I am going to be completely honest with you. I read your poem, and my first reaction was that it lacked rhythm (making it somewhat difficult to read); but that it was very compelling to me. So much so, that I had to go to your site and seek out more of your poetry/song lyrics/etc.

I read and read, somewhat mesmerized, finding it hard to stop. Some favorites were: "I Want These Things", "The Lines You Blurred", and "Don't Try Too Hard". Good stuff!

Question: Have you ever thought of writing memoir?

Mark Lecuona (author) from Austin, Texas on January 02, 2018:

Thank you for commenting RobinReenters. I always appreciate the kind remarks. I hope you have a great new year too!

Robin Carretti from Hightstown on January 02, 2018:

Those are some lyrics of words it has so many elements, I could feel since I write lyrics I can relate to in every way Happy and healthy New Year too

Mark Lecuona (author) from Austin, Texas on January 01, 2018:

Thank you Nell! That's the place to start. If you can be honest about that then a story is waiting to be told.

Nell Rose from England on January 01, 2018:

Great poem, and straight from the heart, love it!

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