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Godfather.

She always looks the other way
And Into the memory she likes best
She always holds onto her dreams
Like a bird inside a cage.

She walks with the grace Liz Taylor surely had
She never says good-by
She’s a lady thru and true
She’s moving slow as if she has no place to hide.

The world could stop turning and the mighty mountain’s fall
And at the her feet the voice of hunger calls
Needing only the attention from a life so long ago.

Hear me now before I go away
This life we’ve traded for a smile
Left with only riddles and a song of exile
To see her as she goes.

And as the soft wind blows thru the night
She rests in open fields of summer dreams
Counting the memories she has given
To the voices of hunger that come to call .


Godfather.

hedonist

Realizing the dreams can be liberating, GF.

I hope it happens for whomever needs to hit the hell out of that latch and free themselves by opening the door of that cage, no matter if the bars are self-imposed or not.

Thanks for this

vogonpoetbythelake

tanks for this and thanks for that...

Godfather.

my wife and were out house hunting and checked out a house that was fairly new but neglected and empty, it's in a HOA neighborhood and the rest of the area was beautiful but as soon as I walked around the back yard I was overcome with sadness, I could feel that something heart breaking had happened in this home and kept envisioning a emotionally distraught woman and her young kid's, I could get off the property fast enough but anyway that poem was about the woman I was thinking about, I may be way off base but the feeling I had was very strong.

Godfather.

P.S
They couldn't give me that house.