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.