THE LAST THING
By John Thomas Tuft
When you are staring into the mirror
But no one you know is there
Will someone please let me know
When it’s my last summer so I can prepare.
When the one who hurts you says just breathe
And it seems like yesterday, but it was long ago
Deadlines and commitments become ends of their own
Even the last of my regret cannot stem the flow.
While talking in my sleep never brings a reply
From the last name that I keep calling
I saw Jesus Christmas shopping with no shoes on
But the last thing he needs is me crawling.
When it’s my last summer the way I will prepare
Ask forgiveness of those whom I have caused great pain
Maybe buy Jesus a good pair of shoes
Because the last thing I need is getting beat at his game.