Always the last to know
When I was still all pimples and pants
Never knowing quite how to sit or stand
All through junior college thinking I had friends
Always the last to know.
If someone looks at me a tad too long
I’ll be so happy, I’ll launch into an aria or song
Will weep buckets confused when those ‘someones’ are gone
Always the last to know.
It feels like my existence is a carousel
Spinning round and round to where? I can’t tell
Ever hoping I’ll reach my liberty bell
Always the last to know.
At times like shop toys perched on display shelves
Waiting day and night as my longing to belong swells and swells
A child to come in and make me his best of pals
Always the last to know.
Will I ever learn to let my expectations go?
To accept that this world doesn’t love me so?
Not as much as my Creator
To have and to hold
Never again to care if I
might once more be
Always the last to know.
